I frequently talk to myself, and sometimes lock myself OUT. What passes for a sense of humor is merely of function of my mind being wired differently, plus I get distracted easily.
My wife was lying on my chest, complaining it is too bony, wishing it were more pillowy. Me too. Finasteride works slowly, should do the real hormone treatment. Oops, body disphoria is the other topic.
What were we talking about, an even temperament? As a kid, I would react with anger and violence. I didn't like that, and consciously effected a change over the years. I learned that if I didn't accept what I couldn't change with a bit of resignation and a sense of humor, a migraine would stop me dead in my tracks. Transforming myself from city boy to farmer, and quickly failing financially, transformed me in other ways, too. I no longer experience the pain and nausea, just the aura and sometimes the inability to express myself in words. As I learn to accept myself and my weird wiring, I find I can more easily see other viewpoints and find humor in the ways of the world. Did I say I could accept myself--oh well.
A good week, a week of peace,
Simone
