Exposure! Definitely "exposure". the child behind the mask. the beast behind the human being. the pettiness I get caught up in. Plus some past events which certainly paint me in an unflattering light. Of course I would be afraid to be in a physical fight with almost anyone. Front line at war, no thanks. Risking my life is not something I am good at nor want to do. Sometimes I wonder how I would handle being tortured after capture. Badly to put it mildly. But possibly psychological torture is worse and exposure is that. Warts and all Paperbackwriter is not a pretty sight. What contributes to my current happiness is people not knowing what I'm really like. How weird is that!