I seek suspicion where it’s seldom found. I force paranoia out from under every pebble it once crouched, with one eye eternally open. I stifle serenity with question marks. I function with my back turned to reality. And, I socialize in blindfolded intervals. That’s how I paddle around this coastal plain.
I like vanilla buttercream, tar-tasting coffee, WWII, the bunny that perpetually combs the grass beneath my lawn chair, my ottoman, salt water, competitive sleeping, and bleaching my bathroom.
I somehow finished college with making a grand total of only two people cry. And, I have degrees in Elementary Education and Writing Arts. Guess which one I found less regulatory and more valuable to my continuum of perceivable sanity.