Then something cool happened.

We talked about the play.  I had prepared answers for various questions in my mind.  I had rationalizations for this decision, for that sentence.  I forgot them all as we talked.  We talked.  A bunch of strangers.  It was awkward, we are all shy to some extent.  But we relaxed.  I tried to be someone I wasn’t, someone better, then I didn’t.  I relaxed.  The obvious flaws (damn it) of my play were pointed out.  The subtle flaws were dissected.  The good parts were remembered.  We all somewhat sort of bonded.  In my opinion.

My suspicion that I am insane is retreating.  Suddenly, I think we might get away with it.