Spiritedly Distilling Social Graces

Puberty set off affright seeding decades long terrestrial space flight freighted existential blight, wherefore from that attempt to live airtight many scores yesternight ago, I barely (except on par with grateful dead), zero excite ment minimally functioned, cuz high felt spite fully lost (in the forest) rooted with shaky tree mens, (viz dose zen sips quaffed by same drink Rip Van Winkle drank) to evade adolescent phase highlight ten en bold den lack luster vim, though erudite bereft excel lent outlook in access hubble, sans vehemently opposed to living social at the height of teenage torturous travails up to present day nearly downright everyday challenge on par with metaphorical bullfight, a mailer daemon beastie boy foo fist fight, ting non grata poker faced aware with hindsight (born that way inside me noggin) darker than midnight impossible to take flight against shell fish ogre egging to take a deadly bite compromising psychological terra incognita mental landscape also likened to pitched - bat tilled him of thee republic where searchlight revealed reviled cat and/or dogfight, yet actually e'en preceding boy to man transformation dire wrecked bombsight, (noah doubt psycho social and physical height) when adolescent basic instinct of mine lacked sixth sense reading expressed facial features of people lacking instinctive searchlight, aye absent keen insight by this self dubbed emotional Anchorite ill equipped mein ways disallowing me every twelfth night to differentiate discern, and divine subtle nonverbal, yet critical cues, which figuratively wheel lee "spoke" volumes oft times more might tee than words uttered by sword shaped tongue pronouncing syllables light immediately wrought seize yore, (analogous to stony glare emanating from an invisible Gorgon) or harshly, yet mine skintight suppressed oral communication if exercised probably fended coulda more satisfactorily quickly, and obviously thwarted doggone socially quite scared state, inducing preflight adrenaline kick starter activation, rushing within myself, a sorry sight for sore eyes, which found yours truly to became immediately flush with utter embarrassment.