I've had this stretched, not-quite-itchy
feeling between (and slightly under) my shoulderblades for the last two
days. I think Bea's (kingofwands, over at Tumblr) realizations contributed to this. I also blame sitting
slouched most of the time. Dusken's recent post over on Tumblr made the pieces fall together, though.
Oh hell, I'm just going to come out
and say it: when it is often inexplicably uncomfortable to rest your
upper back against a chair, Something May Be Up. (See also: my previous post titled Form, Shape and its follow-up.) The most recent resurgence may be the power of suggestion, but that doesn't explain everything.
I still don't trust myself. I'm human, damn it, no matter what pieces of soul-stuff came together to make me. I would like to know about those pieces, but...arghlgrgl. So. Much. Confusion. Self-doubt and skepticism are great in moderation, but too much, and you can never get anywhere.
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