I avoid an awful lot.

This is becoming increasingly clear. Relationships, conflict, stress...I've somehow come to believe that the best way through is around. The best part is that this isn't who I thought I was: "Communicate, communicate!" persuades Sarah, oh so persuasively. But look! Is that not she taping her mouth and sneaking out the back door? Wouldn't it be easier if fraud were observable to the unobservant eye?

I think I'll change the name of my blog from "mildly aware" to "not the least bit aware." It's got a ring to it.

I'm sure you've already picked up on this, but I avoid these things in an attempt to avoid the pain, embarrassment or discomfort that they often include. In other words, I am a wuss. Or I'm smart? Or not. I bet your thinking to yourself, "Now wait a minute, what is this gal talking about? She seems a little mixed up!"

Yes.