Sunday, September 11, 2016
Dissecting Behavior
Brill and Aggie chewed over Barb’s remark to Katzy that evening:
Why are you so shy? You’re not that good!
“Well, why IS he so shy?” shrugged Aggie.
“All kinds of shy. There’s the one where the closed one won’t talk because the rest of us are too stupid.”
“I lean that way.”
“Or, being genuinely afraid and timid.”
“Not with a few drinks in him! No woman safe
from hands or wit of ole Katzy!”
“Or, being deeply depressed. Period.”
“Uh huh? Well, which for him? o Great Definer!”
What makes for shy in his case?
“All. None. We’re...great mysteries, Aggie.”
“Bullshit! Not a tenth of an ounce of MYSTERY
in the whole gang!”
Labels: depression, fear, gang, Narcissism, psychology of shy, shy, timidity
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Night of the Long Nails
Though the lovemaking was awful,
what with all the beauty cautions,
her swell gave her a touchscreen
tablet, but she couldn’t risk her nails.
Hedged round by such additions, it
became murder to breathe.
The mirror, only, gave relief.
Labels: beauty, Narcissism, relationship
