Do you know me? Do I seem shorter to you these days? The title here is a paraphrase from a totally underappreciated movie, 'Escape from New York', where the protagonist's reputation proceeds him so much, people assume he is larger than life. That has nothing to do with my current state of mind, but it makes for a catchy title.
When I pose the rhetorical question of whether I seem shorter to you, I'm not talking about physical stature. I'm talking about patience. I have found that when information really matters, when I need to cut through the superficial BS and niceties of daily interactions, I have no time to mince words. You too would find that when your newborn daughter's long term heath and welfare is on the line, there is no room for spared feelings, miscommunications, or misinterpretations. There is no room for hesitation in the decision making process. And it would seem that once you've crossed this metaphysical barrier, once you've crossed this line between casual conversation and critical communication, there's no turning back. So maybe now is a good time to apologize for any sharp quips, or quick tempered remarks you may have observed or recieved from me in recent weeks. In some ways, I fear the Eric you once knew no longer exists. But in other ways, I embrace it.
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