Sometimes saying the wrong thing is better than saying nothing at all.
(Certainly making me laugh is better than me feeling ignored).
And sometimes the action of a small hug means something bigger than you can ever imagine.
I tolerated the thought process for this post while en route to the woman's restroom (and scratched notes with my nail on a sheet of toilet paper), while enduring a day-long fit of flaming rage and un-ending anger.
So, while I may think a lot in the toilet, maybe that's why everything goes to shit.
