Early this week I spoke emotional truth; and I got in trouble for it. I declared to myself then that the rest of the week I was going to keep my mouth shut and make some popovers. I can't remember the last time I had a popover. Probably as a kid.

In fairness, on that day of reckoning, those in power expressed concern, but once I backed off the emotion and suggested that perhaps I had overreacted, they agreed. This agreement allowed us to move forward and allowed them to ignore a truth. I have expressed this truth before, calmly and with data, and it has been ignored, multiple times. The truth I have presented involves an entanglement of worthless private accountability reminders and my inability to take further steps and management's refusal to take further steps. So yesterday, when a version of this same truth, (I was held publicly accountable for a task not even yet due), was brought to bear upon me in this way that I am forbidden from using, I became emotional. As an hourly employee, apparently I can be held publicly accountable, but important salaried individuals not only cannot be held publicly accountable, but also cannot be held privately accountable by anyone that matters, nor can we even broach accountability from an oblique overview without naming names.

When I expressed emotional truth, I did overreact; to the specific circumstance of that day. But in the context of the bigger picture, there is truth that is lost; hidden by calling it an overreaction; a rose by any other name.

So, in this moment of written thought, now toward the end of the week, I have not made popovers, but I have kept my mouth shut. I haven't even written anything for two days for fear of another emotional truth rearing its ugly head. I have been reading fiction, watching Netflix, considering an upgrade from Minesweeper, and hiding from the discomfort of truth. Better that way. Right?

I am going to go make some popovers.