This story originates from a conversation with my wife about swimming at our local lido. I was trying to explain how I always had a reluctance to go, wary of the social negotiation – but yet always enjoyed it, and found myself uttering the phrase “the anticipation of negotiation”. And just like that, a little jump-off point presented itself…

This story is the third in the series This is where my darkness lies.

It was first shared via The Visual Thinker.