I was wrongg!
About?
... about how my cunty tantrum would be viewed by the peers (that term is used as a conversational device, for I have yet to find anyone I would call peeer after a few blinks) who share my workplace.
It seems as if there were many others who felt the same way as I and I just happened to be the one hard ass who made a harshly defined point of NOT PARTICIPATING. I have become something of a minor hero in the eyes of many of the people who also did NOT want to participate in the "pie-in-the-face" bullshit.
This development is almost as bad, from the perspective of a person who wants to make only small, shallow tracks in life, as being seen as a cunty punk-assed whiner (which is how I left the meeting, yesterday - feeling like a total loser, whiner, poor sport), because instead of everyone overstimming me with some kind of ridicule, they are overstimming me now with some kind of acceptance and some crap that feels like worship.
I've had my coffee for now and I am mostly calm, but I still can't feel anything. I had an expectation, when my tactiles went away so quickly, that it might be a while before I could feeel again. Feeling usually comes to my tongue, first and there is nothing, nuthun zero, zip, nada!
To be quite frank with myself, though, there are so many things that I am wrong about that I can only post reasonably acccurately about the most painful for now.