Awkward people have reason to worry. I should know, being one of them.
I believe I wrote this shortly after visiting my sister in Alaska, thus the “how to act when encountering a bear” thoughts were fresh in my head.
I find that if you’re really looking for the glass to be half-empty, and you’re even slightly good at debate, you’re doomed.
I also have very mixed feelings between loving cut flowers, and finding the idea slightly morose (although at heart I love them more).