I let everyone know I was a multiple cat owner & the urge to recite radical feminist poetry was great, but combat boots & a camo hoodie wouldn't have gone very well with my Naven cocktail dress. And when I am not being ironic or sarcastic(yes, it does happen), I don't much care for radical feminists. Because I am shallow about my clothes
The whole room was all looming white
So I dragged Not Maugham around as I convinced him to help me trace back circumstance into motive from the
There in the middle of pretension,
Because who wouldn't make space for that?(apparently the 2 who wandered out saying we belonged in a nuthouse).
Evolving away from angry noise, some fragile truthful communications were reinstated & attempts to stanch the flow of deeper feelings lessened. Faces were slightly less flushed. Nails stopped biting palms.
It worked because they weren't conscious of what we were doing when we asked:
When did anything with a hint of fragile settle into vague unpleasantness for you?
What is the most tender memory you have of your mother?
Yeah, those took a while. No one was deprived of the savoring.
And in the end we all helped pat down the dirt over each others long-ago blasted up roots. Sometimes what you assume might make you feel exposed actually leaves you feeling protected.