Come out and play

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Tsk! Now, now. You ought not take anything I say (or write) seriously, not in the least. I might stomp and swear a bit, but that’s simply in the moment. The next moment, oh, all right, maybe hour or day, I will likely feel quite differently about whatever it was that made me fidget and/or fuss in the first place. Wouldn’t want to get boring, you understand.

Let’s face it, most people with whom we connect are two-dimensional characters. “He’s a nice guy, but when he gets drunk, watch out!” “She comes across as straight-laced and prudent, but is banging the choir teacher.” “He’s upbeat and cheerful, but is a cutter when he’s stressed.” You get the picture.

Perhaps there isn’t a way to be three dimensional to everyone, but I can at least have as many personalities. Or more. Yes, yes, I like to play but this time, it’s not a game, I’m good at those, too, and you might have heard that and you might judge me accordingly. Not this time, this time it’s for real — I mean it. What an utterly dull world it would be if play was lost to us entirely, don’t you think?

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