Accepting I turn into a St Bernard at night wasn't difficult, I've slept on puddled pillows for years. It's just who I am. Accepting I'll never complete a marathon was easy too (especially since I lack any desire to run one). But discovering my brain bobs like cork is unacceptable to me. It's kind of a good news/bad news thing--I guess. The good news is my brain will never drown, the bad news is it sinks to the level of the people I'm around.
Good news is now I'll be choosing more carefully and wisely who I spend time with.
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