6:12 AM
(Something's wrong with the latest version of Windows 10.0.0.0.0.ooooooooo.)
So I tried to sneak out the door.
My favrite neighbr asked, "aren't you scared to go out at night?"
"Scared?," "I only fear those who know me."
Those who don't know me think a few times and then tell me their lives' stories.
Clinically it's called autism. Where someone takes in more than they let on.
On the beat, if you're lucky(?) enough to be born there, it's called street smarts.
This time i wore my Puzzling(tm) shirt! Got a couple of takers.
It's cold here at the moment, below freezing, but everyone has a warm heart.
(here = geographical, not metonymical)
(Maybe that too. I was a standalone autist until someone taught me how set others up. Any help?)
() without parentheses. Around here every Q (P) is a setup.
One thing I said to that neighbr was, "guess i look open to everything, ready for anything, and, under the covers, a little scary."
"And again, no fear except for those who know me."
Neighbr: "I see what you mean."
That N'r knows me, thrills me, chills me, sees right through me.
I also said something like, "when you have a preternatural ability to heal wounds (mine, not others') you get beyond physical fear."
Every bit of learning is a wound healed.
But the above allusion relates to actual tissue. After so many years i'm surrounded by friends infirmed.