Phrenology

My third grade teacher taught my class about the Wild West. One of the lessons was on the James Gang. Looking at a picture of Jesse James, I said, “He doesn’t look like a criminal!” It was perhaps a nonsensical utterance, but I guess that back in my childhood, I thought that criminals resembled monsters more thanContinue

στίγμα

I’m a marked man. I have a social στίγμα. Or a few stigmata.  Perhaps that’s where my anxiety and jealousy are rooted. I have so many defects, real or perceived. What, in reality, is a defect any way? Whatever it is aside from social psychological standpoint, it’s real in its consequences. It’s what you might callContinue