You can hide your hysteria. I know you can, because you did it before. Nobody can work with a person in hysterics.
Fire in a theatre. Bomb on a plane. Screaming I’m going to die in an elevator containing twelve people, stuck between floors. Yes, it is the same thing – what talking heads are doing across the air-waves, throughout all media outlets. Hysteria, hysteria, hysteria. What government officials are doing throughout the land.
Saying you’re calm when you’re not doesn’t make you less of an hysteric.
Hysteria is one thing nobody can work with – or around – unless you totally separate yourself from their irrational thought process designed to disrupt instead of facilitate.
I can’t work with you. Sorry for you. Until you come out of your fugue state.
You can do it. I know you can, because you did it before.
Your hysteria is ugly. Your on-going Madison Avenue-designed ‘the sky is falling’ is pathological.
Mass hysteria always leads to a bad place – for everyone.
WORD WARRIOR DAVIES-TIGHT™ 