I am tough. Fucking tough. But also tender. And, at times, exquisitely so.
Perhaps this represents a healthy balance. But, of course, it is not quite so simple.
Once upon a time I told my mother Evalynn that just because she would do anything for me, it didn’t me she could do anything to me. It is not, I explained, like mixing hot and cold water in order to get warm.
Evalynn had no idea what I was talking about.
And me? Well, my life continues to be one of extremes. All or nothing, sometimes literally.
It’s not boring but damn, what I wouldn’t give for a bit of monotony. Humdrum. Status quo.
In medical parlance, unremarkable is as good as it gets. ‘Not particularly interesting or surprising’ according to the Oxford Dictionary.
Predictable. Tedious. Dull.
Yeah. Give me one of those. And if that means not shaken, but stirred, well, ok. I’m down with that.
To mendacity.
xo
life and breath: outliving lung cancer 