Why Is It ...

… that Halloween is the only day of the year when we get it right? I mean, strangers come to our doors, beautiful or ugly, odd or scary, and we accept them without questions and give them good things.

… that people say asking questions of another person is key to being a good conversationalist and yet all I can think to ask is ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

… that if I don’t turn everything into a joke, I think it will destroy me?

… that my favorite winter activity is going back inside where it’s warm and putting pajamas on?

… that I can look past most people’s flaws ... emotionally distant, no problem ... slight drinking problem, I get it ... killed a man once due to circumstances you can’t talk about, been there ... but saying “I seen” instead of “I saw” is something I will not tolerate?

… that I’m at that age where I really appreciate a nice handrail?

… that everyday  I try so hard to be a good person and then someone pulls out in front of me going ten miles below the speed limit and I gotta try again tomorrow?

… that if you think you can win me over with food and drink, you’d be right?

… that I’d rather be “too sensitive” than be whatever the hell happened to half the population?