Answering an innocuous question recently, I was startled by my answer. So much so that I could barely write it (I journaled for a few months). Well, it wasn’t recently, maybe a year ago, but it impressed me so that it is on the edges of my mind often. At times almost continuously. It is at least a two-prong question (to my thinking), even though it isn’t on paper. And this morning, the whole thing is screaming at me.
Instead of shushing it, I want to answer it aloud. Perhaps I may.

THAT’S WISHY-WASHY! PERHAPS MAY?