Why I Am This Way

Last night my dearest critique partner (aka husband) was wandering about the web while waiting for me to hand him the laptop.  He came upon this post and after I changed my clothes and used the urine remover on the couch, we had a somber moment reflecting on the differences between the genders and families and such things as hormonal and mental unbalances.  (In case you’re wondering, this was a normal night around here.)  Which leads me to my Friday Missive.

Why are we the way we are?  Is it gender?  Birth order? The dropping-on-head events along the way?  Was it the god-awful clothing options of the 1970s?  Hell if I know, but I can’t help but reflect here a bit.  I have a feeling it’s going to be along the lines of the dull side of the aluminum foil, but I feel the need to reflect.   Continue reading