Remember that old joke:
Stress – (n.) The confusion created when the mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.
Well, my stress is partly that, but partly this:
When the desire to live on your own terms is subsumed by the demands of society to conform. When in your heart you’re a Bohemian gypsy
But you’re forced to be this:
How did this become the desirable norm?
We can’t all succeed at being her. And yet that is what I go to work and try to pretend to be every day.
There may yet be hope for my inner wild child