Write a blog post.
Quiet, brain, I’m working.
Write a blog post!
Working. Hush. I’ll give you cookies.
Write a blog post or I’ll remind you about this thing you did when you were eight.
Fine. Okay. Right. Let’s organize the work schedule for the next few months, shall we?
I don’t like public appearances because my brain is a giant hot mess. I’m fine around good friends and one-time interactions–my heart goes out to those poor souls who suffer anxiety every time they have to make a purchase and have to deal with the cashier–but if you know who I am and I’ve never met you? No. My brain trips and falls over itself, and I’ll say things that are dreadful. Absolutely dreadful. Things I don’t mean and would never say if my brain wasn’t feeling slightly comfortable and slightly off-balance all at once.