Fear of Fallout

I cuss people out in my mirror.

I have yelled at coaches and teachers and politicians and Ryan. I have cussed out so many people. On my own. In my bathroom.Whispering my anger.

I am impressed with people who share their opinions openly as if they are the only creatures on the planet. As if they are the only ones who are right. As if a Facebook post could possibly change my internal belief system.

I applaud you loud people.

I do. I find you mildly annoying, but I applaud you.

I don’t want to offend. I don’t want to be judged. I am afraid of fallout.

I hear your voices. I want to honor that you have a different voice than I do, but I also need you to honor my voice.

And, since I’m being completely honest, I don’t really trust you to honor me.

And still being honest, I don’t really voice it. Except to my own image in the mirror, slightly drunk.

Ok a bit more than slightly.

Drunk me has a lot to say. Often it’s in cursive, but it’s a lot.

Sober me does as well.