It came to me at about 2 am today, that writing is like flowers. There are obviously different kinds, as there are different writers, but what struck me is that writing doesn’t have to be perfect, just like a flower doesn’t have to be perfect, but still adds to the beauty of the whole. I’m reminded of the annual Tulip…
I am a social klutz. I look normal, but when I open my mouth, my awkwardness is evident. If I were mentally disabled, people would be forced to have sympathy for me through cultural norms and standards of behavior. But when you look normal and are a bit awkward, you are just not cool to be around. The former is…
