Other Things to Other People
As we near the day of April’s Foolishness (What will XRT do this year?) many things have happened. My friend K does chemical battle with errant groups of cells, her first was last Friday. She says she feels like she has the flu, not crippling, but not going to be standing in front of her classroom all day. She asked me if I happen by Fleet Farm, can I find some boots “suitable for motorcycle riding.” You bet your ass I will, if I have to kill and skin the cow myself: it is so cool that her new beau has a motorcycle! What perfection, I cannot be happier. (Well, and jealous in only the most supportive way: why can’t I find the feminine eqv. of W* here in the land of lakes?) His 15 minutes are up, the best thing we can do to him is utterly forget his existence and clean up the mess.
The Most Wonderful Daughter is staying with me during Spring Break 09. We’re off to a slowish start, but I expect hell to be raised soon. We bought her some pants, which increases her total by 25%. How can someone have 152,432 tops and 4—now 5—pants? I’m trying to encourage the teen to join me at the aforementioned F-F to purchase junky, crappy jeans to deal with possible tree-felling later in the week. If the Snowpacalypse doesn’t impair us.
And the death of a good friend has had me thinking of mortality with K’s condition driving it right home. I wish I had serious thoughts. I was so shocked to find an attractive, intelligent, and nerdy woman who stunned me with a nondemoninational belief expressed when I confessed of D’s death, of his soul going ahead of us.
Alas, dear reader, I’ve abandoned hope of this leading anywhere. Am I such an intellectual snob that while I will die to defend the beliefs I do not share, I will not share my life with them? Is it so much to ask for intellectual consistency? That when someone’s worldview approaches the dark, it says “Ok, that’s dark.” Instead of positing some imaginary explanation? Ok, I guess I am. Apologies for those offended, but I do truly offer this: if there’s a defense of this happening right now, let me know. I’m inexperienced but well-read at violence for a cause, and I will lead the charge. Yes, I will die for those I consider less smart.
*I am officially scouring all memetic traces of W. He turned out to be a real abusive bastard.