…can’t write it like it’s funny to misunderstand intimacy and care in the way that the label allows. The topic isn’t a humor post; it’s an arrival post. And it took failing to write it to get me to acknowledge that I have lines that I need to honor before I can allow myself the luxury of being flippant.
This is the one that gets me time after time…not having the distance yet to be able to turn a thing that was a thing recently enough that it isn’t not a thing yet into a NO-thing that resonates with the reader in such a way that he or she can’t help but see the hilarity in the relatability of shared experiences…
I know enough to know it’s something that almost anyone can relate to, which generally, in itself, makes the thing absurdly funny…except it is still HAPPENING in my life (to some degree), so though I *know* it has the potential, I can’t write about it without it stirring up the queasy tummy feeling …and it’s hard to be funny AND queasy when one is sober as a judge. *ANOTHER BIG SIGH*