I love the sparking that reading and discussing those texts gives me. I do. Truly. But sharing my thoughts, tentative though they are, leaves me feeling skinned for hours afterwards. It’s also the online thing. Seeing my face, talking. It unnerves me. It is not what I am used to. And I cannot get the balance right – do I say too much, or say too little? Are my contributions facile or worthwhile? I cannot tell. Does it matter? It shouldn’t do. Why are my interactions with other beings so excruciating?
