My inner critics will not behave. They are poking around in my brain causing random tears, laughter and erections. I’m 60 years old. I should have control of the these things. My family says I need therapy. I just think I need more beer.
Therapy scares me. It eventually helped my mother, but she went through Hell on the way.
It’s all puberty’s fault. I had a wonderful singing voice before all those hormones got involved. Then I had to stop hugging my friends. My friends then were mostly girls for some reason. I never actually needed to question why.