bringing out the best and worst in me
I’m moving in two days.
And this is the first real opportunity I’ve had to gauge what sort of emotional fortresses I’ve built up regarding other people and my general life here in Annapolis. And boy, they are IMPRESSIVE. Turrets, moats, dungeons. Safe rooms. In addition to being worried about this, I find myself incredibly fascinated by the pyschology behind it. The most natural of impulses. To protect oneself. And not something I consciously decided to do.
Before this week, I couldn’t even be sure the barred doors and emotional anesthetics and boiling tar dumped from heights were there. But now I know. Ohhhh they’re present.
