Conscience. That stuff can drive you nuts.
Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.
Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?
Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.
I don't like the country. The crickets make me nervous.
I suppose it's too bad people can't be a little more consistent. But if they were, maybe they would stop being people.