I hate when someone engages me in a controversial conversation that then wraps around my brain like a spider’s web. I feel like I ought to be strong enough to brush off the strands of the dialogue and escape the spider’s hold on my thoughts, but in reality, the more I work to break free, the more entangled I become in points I could have made and words I should have said. If a good sleep doesn’t clear away the tenacious gossamer threads by morning, I’ll have to put pen to paper and rewrite the troublesome exchange until I’ve banished the spider and her trap.
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Things I See and Know 