In therapy, I talked until I was sick of talking. In meditation I was to be silent and listen.
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Then, socially awkward teen.

Now, once in a while I don’t feel socially awkward for a minute but then put my foot in my mouth and chew vigorously, or realize just seconds too late that, yes, that was yet another party foul. All too easy to revert to form and that socially awkward teen mode. I thought that with age came wisdom. Sigh.