it is actually impossible to offend me. i think people sometimes try, but, no…. it just cannot be done. long story, but it’s kind of work/life related…

ironically, I was the Spelling Bee champ of a certain large geographical area in the late 1970’s and also worked several years as a professional writer, later work required intense writerly precision.

perhaps my poor presentation shows self-mocking contempt for my own scattered thoughts, or perhaps it reads as contempt for the audience. I’d bring it up in therapy, and try to straighten the issue out, but unfortunately I’m not in therapy, or if i am in therapy, it is limited to various chat groups like this one. in fact, now that i think about it, i think the speedy uncensored, reflexive posts are an attempt to dredge the admittedly shallow puddle of my subconscious in a low-budget manner. of course, that’s kind of dumb. and potentially irritating.

i have the book — eats shoots and leaves — on the shelf here but have never cracked it open. should i read the book or cut straight to the movie.