ACGT, If You Please
I have this problem speaking my mind. I clam up, don't say anything that might be remotely confrontational. Even sometimes, when I think it's important, I still say nothing. Don't ruffle the feathers, don't stir up those waters. I wonder where it comes from. I think, My dad seems like this, did I get it from him? Is quiescence hereditary, a part of my genes? Will I curse my kids with the same flaws, or am I just being paranoid? Was the lack of social interaction growing up? Is it because I'm a guy? (No, shouldn't stereotype.)
So since I can't tell people, I tell my blog instead. Everyone, and no one in particular. A public apology that I'll probably want to push down the stack as quickly as possible come morning.