Wanna know a secret?

“You’re just so stiff!” She spat at me, disgustedly.

That thought/sentence streaks - think lighting- across the ebony sky that is my mind. I Have no idea where that thought/sentence came from. A meteor? Let’s look closer.

Yeah. That’s my problem: “Let’s look closer.”

I can’t help myself. I want a closer look at the lightening strikes in my mind. But not in any scientific way (“For God’s sake! You’re a physicist!” screams what’s left of my rationality.). I’m more and more inclined to follow that thought/sentence down yet another rabbit hole (Hi Alice!) as I’ve followed so many others.

But let’s return to that woman berating me. What’s it mean? Why was it visited on me? Women are such a mystery.