Life In ReverseCan you see my Achilles’ heel as I trip over your social norms and stumble on the balance beam of your linear expectations?
I don’t know if I like your art -- is that what it is? Was I supposed to look? I missed the cue again, didn’t I? But I like your smile.
Your dress, you ask? I shall look at it now and hack up a canned reply to meet your approval.
Wouldn’t you rather talk about the stress on your face?
Why must I notice things that don’t matter? Can’t you see the syrup is pouring out of my pancakes? And the rooster is crowing at the moon!
Yes, yes, your new hair is nice but what is that in your eyes? Sadness? It is a darker shade than your tresses and more prominent than the tension in your shoulders.
What now? Have I missed my cue again? I will consult my social dictionary for a proper response as soon as the flower unopens its morning bloom.