No sooner do I feel healthy than I make an ass of myself.
My son, at middle school orientation, blew a kiss to a girl he's interested in, and she obviously isn't or at the very least doesn't know how to react. He totally missed out on the people who actually seemed interested in talking to him. I talked to him about this, then his sister chimes in and we go on about the subtleties of trying to see if someone cares about you, which only hurts his feelings, crying he made me leave his room and said he'd be mad at me for months, and my wife says I'm selfish to try to apologize. This parenting stuff is beyond difficult.
I spent the last hour walking around the block furious with myself. Eventually I found myself sitting down next to a wild rabbit, who hopped off at first but then, I think sensing my desperation, hopped back, and just stared at me. I'm still trying interpret that, still trying to squeeze some kind of advice out of that gaze.