It is the processing of that STUFF (I would bet the ranch that a lot of people are over hearing it) that keeps us alive and holding on. Whether the people who are the audience get it or not. I have to laugh because laughter keeps me somewhat sane. Somewhat. But it must confuse the poor audience that it’s not about them, and that would go against the grain of Western Civilization and a few Eskimos, too. I have reached this old age point where I am simply not going to apologize to the audience ABOUT ANYTHING. Life is just too short not to love.