I'm too tired to defend my 'unusual' habits, my demand for quality, my early bedtime, my affinity for deep quiet.
And yet, and yet--I do it anyway. Often before a comment is made, a question asked. Why? It's exhausting.
But we do it anyway--inflate this buffer between ourselves and our critics. We anticipate commentary in a needless waste of sweet, creative energy.
And you know, I do believe, so often, there's nary a critic in the house.