I want to tell you about the first traumatic thing that ever happened to me. Birth. Not that I remember that much about it, even though I was there. No, I just get the impression that it might have been somewhat comfortable inside, and rather uncomfortable outside. That, and outside there's a whole life to live, with expectations and letdowns and trials and tribulations and highs and lows, and of course I wasn't prepared for that. I was intelligent enough to know that then. But there's no denying the physical laws, damned nature. Out I came. Traumatic, yes? I thought so. I screamed.
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