Groucho Marx once famously said that he would not want to be a member of any club that would have him as a member. isn't that a surprisingly common syndrome. if someone agrees with me, it throws me into a paroxysm of secret doubt. if someone likes the look of me, the temptation is to wonder when they last visited an optician! sometimes i get my kick from controversy and conflict. sometimes though, those kicks land in places that really hurt. must i drop the drama, abandon the argument and accept the acceptable now?

confusion prevails.