This week I discovered (again), that not everyone has the same sense of rightness and wrongness that I do. Or no wait. Thatís not quite it. Whatever. Is it too much to ask for open, transparent communication? Even among friends? Must you let incompetence or ineptitude or good-old-fashioned spinelessness dither you into quasi-deceit? And can I speak more obtusely? (Apparently: yes, yes, yes and no.)
There are good things too, I suppose. I did not flunk out of the first semester of my masterís. (Only four more of these things to go Ė yay!) Italyís most awesome tax and immigration experts still like me enough to return my calls. Orteís one and only taxi-driver was thoughtful enough to put his son in charge while heís up in the Dolomites for the summer. I can still put together a kickass deliverable when asked. There are still plenty of New Yorkers left to read. Andrew likes to watch ĎAllo ĎAllo reruns as much as I do. And the lemon tree has not died.
But still. Itís frustrating when the universe will not conspire as much as you would like it to conspire.
[Via Belvedere, Orte]
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