pondering old scars

Somebody in our neighbourhood has been putting up these enormous posters that say in big friendly letters, "What Would Joni Mitchell Do?" Somebody - I'm assuming a different somebody - has been writing answers to this question in magic marker at the bottom of the poster. The most common one I've seen is "Buy A Bag Of Weed".

I was walking to my dentist the other day and I passed one where the person had written, "Give Her Daughter Up For Adoption".

It felt like I had been punched in the face.

I can't say that it bothers me per se. I genuinely don't give a flying shit what some stranger might think of me or of my choices. But sometimes the startlement factor can still give me a good whomp on the back of the head.