Day 13 makeup

If we meet suddenly in the grocery store or a hotel hallway or at the county fair, I might act weird. It isn’t because I don’t like you or I’ve recently committed a crime and I’m on the lam. It’s because my brain has decided (deep down in the lizard parts where instincts live) that you are most likely a bear or alligator or other toothy meat lover, and I’m made largely of meat, and so I must escape.  The rest of my brain knows this is malarkey but in the moment it doesn’t get a vote. Sorry about that.