Fortunately women are civilising influences. Left to my own devices I’d probably be extremely uncouth. Yet it is a little restricting to find oneself pulled up for every imaginary social faux pas.
I guess our awareness levels are set at different levels.
Sometimes my life is one long nudge.
For every yawn, scratch or words not said right
There is a nudge.
It could be a nudge of judgement, a nudge of shock,
Or of annoyance, irritation, embarrassment or warning.
Sometimes it is a nudge of disbelief
That I should be so uncouth
Rude or thoughtless ………
And never learn.
There is a bruise of shame
On my biceps and ribs
That sometimes still fails to penetrate my brain.
Thank heavens we do not possess telepathy.
A nudge in the cerebrum might jar my synapses
Into making sense.