Heresy

I have not counted on doing what came naturally to me: to flare up in the face of discomfort. The heat and the seconds the clock was ticking away was maddening and frustrating, an anathema to what I hold dear, a heresy to my principles. And I forgot the simple act of excusing myself in that fakingly, gallant way I affect to oil the social links. Sickening. So now I face the consequences and bear the stigma I remembered so well. That brings memories I stifled for so long, memories that do not tolerate the light of day, but ever skulking in the shadows of my mind. But now exposed, it is a heresy.