uncomfortable

Sure, the comedians who swear or use scatological humor can get laughs, but they're uncomfortable laughs.

He still had his eyes on me, and it occurred to me that he was thinking the same thing as I was; that I was very underdressed to be here. I needed to leave, and quickly. But I didn't know how to say goodbye...

I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.

Diana can read power levels,_ Astrid said. __id she ever__am nodded. __he said the baby is a three bar. As a fetus. Who knows what it will be when it__ born. Or as it grows. Diana__ only, like, four or five months along. I should know exactly, but I forget. When she would talk about it I would kind of, you know._ He made a shivering move, like it all gave him the creeps.Astrid shook her head in disbelief. __eally. That__ the part of all this that makes you squirm: pregnancy.___he made me touch her, you know, stomach. And she talked about her, um, her things._ He pointed at his chest and whispered, __ipples.___eah,_ Astrid said dryly. __ could see where that would be devastating.

Our community deserves leaders who should know what debates and arguments are better conducted out of the public eye, instead of dumping their baskets of dirty laundry all over the internet. Our community deserves leaders who do not put political expedience or convenience before their commitments to those they supposedly represent. Our community deserves leaders who do not make about-turns on issues such as freedom of speech and accountability to the community they serve when it becomes too embarrassing for them, or too uncomfortable. Our community deserves leaders who can and want to work together, not fling their handbags at each other, hissing like drama queens.

As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way and denied so vehemently an knowledge of his movements that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table--the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

Lies don't fit snugly into disguises. Eventually the cloak falls off and you're left staring at the naked truth which is always an uncomfortable situation.

Are you comfortable? That__ good. But there is somewhere at least someone is uncomfortable! And this should somehow make you uncomfortable too! The world can be a better place only through this way, through thinking others!