My stuff gets complicated. Not complex, complicated.
I see it as very simple. A whole bunch of messed up shit happened. And then I spent 5 years really f*cking shit up. And then 10 years that should have been crazy, but were drop dead normal in comparison. In fact, I call them good years (because they were). And then a few more years messing things up. All of which is very boring. If there is a cliche or a statistic, I'm sitting right in the very dull middle of it. Whee.
But other people both past/present, even having a piece of it tend to get very wild around the eyes. I have learned to keep my very boring past away from them. So I've been faking normal for years. Nothing to see here folks, move along.
But then, suddenly, I find myself actually being normal. Being with people who get it. But I'm so used to faking normal, so used to masks, I still feel like I'm faking shit. To say it creates some cognitive dissonance is like saying I have trust issues. Or that the pope is catholic. Pardon me, my head is in a blender. Also, since all good things in my life explode... I'm just waiting. Okay! When am I going to f*ck this one up?
Literally, every time I log on I look for a "banned" message. So I figured, f*ck it. Let's just do this shit. As much as we can, anyway, before they catch on that I'm nuts and kick me. (And then almost immediately retracted, and I've gone on a mission to find my balls. Helloooooooo? Chutzpah? Come. Back. Heel!) Still. Drafts sit.
ETA... Having thoroughly chastised myself, I just went to go post the damn draft. Bwaaaaaahahaha! It's deleted itself!!! :D :D :D Happy dance! Happy...Wait. I mean, that's bad. Baaaaaaad. Not like I sink my teeth into any reason to procrastinate, or anything. Sigh. Face palm.