I sighed and leaned my head against his knee, "I wish I wasn't so easily thrown out of where I should be."
He pointed out that the new moon is coming up, (that magical time of the month when small children, misbehaving animals, and people who speak before coffee become edible delicacies to be eaten raw) and said, "the rest of it is just you being afraid of yourself. You scare yourself. And when you are afraid you bite, scratch, kick, and run."
Yea, that's me.