“chuckle sophomoric at best. And I am talking about me. And maybe you.”
“Wow. A car crash in print. You don’t see that everyday.”
Thank you
“doesn’t know how to conduct himself publicly in a proper, polite manner”
Oh, how I wish it was not so. Heck, I have a hard time conducting myself decently talking to the guy in the mirror.
I guess I could use the old “physically, sexually and mentally abused” throughout my entire childhood excuse, but I think it’s really due to being born a jerk, and then having to spend a lifetime trying not to be one. Thank goodness you’re not indifferent.
Keep talking, if you think it helps.