TRUTH Vigilante: Ew, Icky. How Gross?

Still Figuring Out How To Be Me With You

I’m not smart, but there is some thing persistent in my brain that needs to know the truth.
And while I imagine myself as someone who would say, I disembowel myself instead of disavow myself,
when I ignorantly misspeak, I actually only do it ironically (the result of binging too many sitcoms).
But because of my flat affect, cannot deliver feigned ignorance convincingly, my comical expression
revealed as just stupid. An attempt to entertain others, with wit, sends ignorant, pedantic boasts,
ignoring the comic point. But, I told you about that thing in my brain that can’t be rerouted, rewired.
Why buckle under, explain myself, again, bow to the ignorant postulations that I’m dumb, just yield?
So am I smart? To let them? Box me in?

3.20.23

A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that.