An uncomfortable question

What does it mean to share?

I'm very cerebral, so for me sharing means using words to communicate thoughts and emotions.

When my Pop and my Gma were dying, it was absolutely the biggest privilege in my whole goddamn life to be there with them in their suffering, passing (and in at least one case) transformation.

So, having been suffering (see the moment I started to blip), I wonder why nobody wanted to be a witness for me. I mean, these aren't problems to solve, but the idea is that sharing difficult moments is what makes us real - what makes us living.

I'm lying, there were some who watched and shared, some who tried - a word, a glance, a conversation.

But it's a knees up on a Friday night, is it?

Well, my knees is better than any bees', mofo. Count on it.
My knees is better than any bees' 'cuz I listened to my teacher.