Muses, meeces, mices

I am not always the nicest person. I am not always (ever) the most sympathetic or caring person. Sometimes I am selfish. I put myself first frequently. I am entirely too sarcastic and when I get uncomfortable I sometimes say hurtful things unintentionally with the actual intended result being laughter.

When I am speaking to you in person or online without sarcasm or funniness I am almost always* sincere. If I say something to you I mean it. I rarely hedge my words. I genuinely like you. If I ask you a question it is because I am curious and I want to know the answer.

For the first time in a long time I had a story idea pop into my head and stick, about a disease that causes you to use more than your share of oxygen. We’ll see.

*I had to put the asterisk there because it’s the real world and sometimes you have to be nice even when you want to be mean because it’s the right thing to do.