Bad Charisma: A Fictional Memoire The ones who take the MOST offense are ALWAYS, but always, the ones who feel that piercing ring of
'truth', stabbing them on the inside. It's basic, human nature i suppose. We fear and loathe that which is
disarmingly 'familiar'. And yet, we literally inhale and ingest the feverish concepts, deeply into our lungs and s...tomachs. And then we become nauseous and insenced by the RAW quality of the truth, having settled cozily into our inner cavity.
What is it that we are searching for? Is it not TRUTH which we pine for? Are lies and false innuendo
more 'comforting' somehow? Are my readers sure to find FAULT WITH ME, the 'humble' 'blog mistress'?
Simply for pointing out that which is nesting conspicuously upon our NOSES?