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No, I got allllll better, thanks! The fasting gave my body some space to fight the germs.

So, say if you were the only waitress with about 8 tables to tend to and more people coming in the door and everyone asking things of you right and left, would you enter an eye-of-the-hurrican kind of mood? Would you suddendy lapse into calm, rational thinking rather than freaking out?

Hmmmm. You got me there. I can't say I would, actually. I'd get red in the face and my chest and shoulders would get tighter and tighter, my nerves stretching to a breaking point, until I'd have to dodge off somewhere alone to get myself together again.

But I wasn't lying about the logical, rational thing. Upon consideration, I see a difference: in normal stressy situations that are more about the physical and mental stress of being pulled in too many directions, I freak out and blow up. But in emotional situations, when it really hurts to touch the wound, I retreat into kind of cold, logical, icy rationality.

Does that make sense of what you -- all of you -- know of me, or am I bull shitting again?! Sometimes it turns out I don't know myself nearly as well as I think I do, and my pronouncements of what I am or what I'm like fall flat in the cold light of day.