Where politeness reins supreme, honesty becomes a ***** word It's like your black sheep uncle stumbling through your cocktail party in a stained trench coat. Nobody wants to see that ****.
Nobody wants to hear your truth. Nobody wants the burden of carrying your story. Barely surviving the weight of our own as we are. We are an overwhelmed society on the brink of collapse. Don't tip the scales.
Our forefathers may have bled on battle fields to make it home against all odds, but we seek attention for a splinter; rushing to the shrink to shrink the post traumatic stress.
And so I muster phony smiles. Delight in conversations about the weather. And never ever tell you that I may not make it through this day.