I have a vague recollection of wanting to write something brain tumor-ish these last few days. Of how I feel so silly most of the time because I nod along with people as if I have a clue what they are talking about. When in reality, I have no idea. When will I be found out? When will others know I am full of crap? When I get clarity on a situation when I had no idea I didn’t understand it from the start: FRUSTRATION times infinity.
Sometimes, I feel like Joey in that Friends episode with the encyclopedias.