Peace reigns again in the household. We both realize this is for the best. I'm just more into the Loft and being here, I like the urban setting and don't mind the slight isolation from neighborhood dining and cafes. We've even talked about setting up play dates for the two cats.
It's been an odd day indeed, and one that convinces me that some people just live in their own worlds, with a strange sense of entitlement, and think more of themselves than others. This was, but was not quite, a short subject of conversation between my friend Jean and I today, as I was telling her my woes, and she about hers. Jean is unique in so many ways, but, as I told her today, what I love most about her is her humor, and I like the way she looks at people and things. Why is it that two perfectly nice and decent people, caring overmuch sometimes about people, often find themselves bitch-slapped?
And that's why, when I try to be a nice person and create a bridge between myself and a distant person, I have to wonder how come, while I've acknowledged and in some case acceded his points, none of my points are equally valid -- except to 95% of the mature population that have frigging responsibilities! But hey, what can you expect from someone who is close to 30, rides a kid's bicycle, spends his days either drunk or high, and doesn't do anything productive with his time.
You know, if I keep posting like this, ya'll are gonna think I'm just a curmudgeon! Hi Keri! Arrr! Happy Wedding Day on Sunday, darlin'. Avast ye mateys and all that crap.
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