who looked like one of my former coworkers. This particular former coworker was crazy. The first time I met her, I had to get out of her car in the middle of rush hour traffic on Pennsylvania Avenue. She was saying something about art and a relationship she'd had with someone that handn't gone well. We were on our way to a reading. Midsentence, I opened the door and said, "I have to leave." Later in the evening, she forgot where she'd parked her car and then tried to pick a fight with me. We'd only just met. So I saw this woman who looked like her in the parking lot and instinctively ducked.
It's obvious that one reason why I dwel on these encounters with hostile middle-aged women is that I worry about being a hostile middle aged woman.
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lorraine, that is very strange.
you do seem to worry about being a hostile middle-aged woman, but i don't think it will happen to you. you're too balanced and self-aware, and we're in a different generation.
hugs
Lorraine,
be wary. You are afraid of this for a reason. I think you are a very nice person but remember, you used to tell our class to be quiet.
Yes, well, that's all very sweet y'all, but I suspect that balance, niceness, and being self-aware can shift. But I don't stay awake at night worrying about this. Yet.
Mike, it's true, I could here you singing next door.
Oh, nostalgia.
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