Yeah that last sentence made me laugh a little as I was writing it...

I sometimes wonder how people would react if one day i just stopped pretending and freaked the **** out. If I was going to do it though, I would do it right. Go all in. No half assed breakdown for me. I would make sure it was memorable. Stark raving fxckng mad. But in my mind my story would end there. So I keep on trudging along wearing my heavy sanity suit everywhere I go; going to work, grading papers, making small talk, swapping recipes and pretending to be one of them. Sanding off my pointed edges so that my square peggedness will fit in their round world.