GENERAL
: Conan! What is best in life?
CONAN
: Never getting yelled at, even once! Never getting yelled at, even if it means never speaking to someone again, or stifling your own feelings, as long as it means that getting yelled at literally never happens.
GENERAL
: That is good! That is good.
Fell asleep while it was still light out, woke up while it was still light out
: You are an effortlessly perfect person. You do things like read in magazines that it's optimally healthy to drink a small cup of coffee right before taking a fifteen-minute nap, decide to start doing this, and then
actually start doing this
.
"Do you also not quite understand what it is that the two of us are doing here?" "Are you going to ask me to submit a work sample that takes up a full two days of my time, then never answer any of my painfully cheery 'just following up' emails?" "I know...I know there's not a job here, now. But will there be one. Do you think. Will there be one. Someday. For me. Will…
When I came out to myself as trans two years ago, one of the first things I said was that while maybe I preferred men's clothing and haircuts, I (probably) wasn't "trans enough" to want surgeries or to change my pronouns. Two years later and I'm counting down the days until top surgery and telling people they can call me Marco, and that she/her doesn’t really refer to me anymore, if it ever did.
In the Good Book, the good Lord told the disciples when they came to a town, if the town was deserving, to let their peace rest on it. And what were the disciples to do if the town wasn't deserving, girls and boys? They were to take their peace with them, to leave that place and shake the dust from their feet as a testimony against them.
Adopting the label of “polyamorous” comes with enough raised eyebrows. When I am ordered to give something like an impromptu PowerPoint on “what that means,” the owners of the raised eyebrows are inevitably sorry they asked, as the confusing addition of “solo” requires its own entire presentation.
Surely there is a lesson we can all glean from Madeline's response to the obscene caller. (Does anyone make obscene calls nowadays, or is that a plague that has been lifted from this sorry earth, now that everyone has Caller ID and also no one makes phone calls?)
You've always dreamed of seeing Italy, but your parents discourage this. They discourage most things, living as they do in a battered farmhouse in the west, where they consider cake a foolish luxury and don't much care for gifts.
