Provocative. To provoke. To what you ask? Supposedly to love and good deeds, says the Good Book.
So, why then, is it so much more FUN to provoke to apoplexy? Or convulsive laughter? Or stupified silence?
Somedays I am all grown up. Then reality slaps me in the ass and I realize I’m just a 32 year old dork who realio trulio loves to shock the heck out of people.
It’s fun to be me.
Except when it isn’t.