Masking

I have no idea what to write tonight. Tired tonight, I am tempted by a bath and a book. Sleep calls.

Work is pretending nothing has happened but it is there seething beneath the surface. LP is suddenly part of careful, neutral conversations only. LP doesn't join in the conversations of others as much, in the past she could be a bit on the rude side with her enthusiastic joining and then changing of the subject. Any happy banter is carefully not directed towards her at all. No careless words are uttered in her presence.

A casual observer may or may not see all this. They might see the simmering rot underneath or they may not. What I wonder is, whether or not we can get through this without it all bubbling back up to the surface. Maybe it is just a matter of time? Maybe pretense is a big part of life. Acting. Masks. Maybe will power is enough to make it as we wish.

Maybe we all desperately wish the clock was turned back. Maybe if we all wish hard enough?

Maybe if we act for long enough it will become true?

It is tiring though. Pretending is worse than working....