Confession Bear

Or you can do what I do: I carry a red clown nose with me wherever I go. If a conversation turns contentious I just put on my clown nose, following which nothing I say is taken seriously by anyone and practically everyone is offended. I call that "win-win."

That's me.

If you can't accept yourself for who are. How do you expect others to accept you for something you aren't?

I self-identify as a chicken. I'd seek seek professional help for this mental disorder, but my family really needs the eggs.