Tingling Scalp

Cold shower today - (early afternoon) September eighth two thousand and nineteen more challenging than June dog days of summer test tolerance to feel alive and bark at the moon hypothetically imagining myself alone in the (suburban) wilderness fabricating, envisioning crossing pontoon bridge while humming nonsense tune. Jolt to body electric induces zing unlike missus who cannot wing subjecting her sensitive skin versus modest bragging rights of this faux king please pas din me boasting, but perhaps explanation I shower without hot water linkedin to aging. Which (no matter cumulative chronological orbitz around sun just a number), the fleeting passage of years doth stun more so forces me to assess mein kampf, retrospective devoid of nothing merit but pun hushing disappointment plus self deprivation of fun. Alas within narrowly circumscribed realm stale stagnation doth prevail, I easily overwhelm courtesy panic attacks of this male bred avoidance behavior (cue Pavlov's dog) hearty and hale trained to withdraw from challenging tasks markedly pronounced when fail my middle name, where besieged psyche doth ail. Fatherhood, albeit necessitated taking ace sip of courage, sometimes adept to chase fear of unfamiliar, though never totally erase sing passive behavior I attest infrequently to face anxiety inducing situations poise zenned clowns feign amazing grace me convulsing with intimidation agitating, flinching, recoiling... retreating into isolated place while profuse sweat drips from every porous space heart beat does madly race despite absence of any threat exhaustion spent without factual, logical, rational... trace. Time and again work fraught self into lather for naught recurring soap opera taught me impossible mission to rinse figurative suds unlike showering/washing hair, whereby cleansing wrought.