Nothing has happened recently to highlight it, but I am going through another round of furiously resenting that I had to develop social skills. I did, of course, and people I trust tell me they're good, and I am actively not interested in being a jerk. Other people were a more alien language to me than Akkadian and I learned them. That's an accomplishment. But all I really wanted, even into grad school, was to be good at things and left alone. I thought for years that if the first part were true enough, the second would follow automatically.
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- 1: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 2: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 3: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 4: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 5: You are just the fingertips of something
- 6: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
- 7: Shaking off the echoes of yesterday
- 8: Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea
- 9: He tried to run away, well, she hit him with a hammer
- 10: There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
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