Oh, you don’t say!
Meta jokes are so confusing. You must be in a niche subset of a hyper-finetuned group to understand the joke or the point. Is it supposed to be funny? I don’t get it. Well… there are lots of things I don’t get… that go right over my head
One of the comments said that if you fly with a carbon-fiber bike it’s uber-costly for the airlines to replace, yada yada yada… Insurance. It was a comment so it’s probably best to take it with a grain of salt. Or is the joke that the luggage was exactly 50 lbs and he met the weight requirement before being overcharged?
My point: meta.
I had a lovely chat
with a friend that left me considering plans for the future—into 2025. The near-plans. Not the 5 years or even 10, which seem more solid than the closer plans. Travels, work plans, more practical, tactile, things.
The present does fold into the future, after all.
At least I’m all set for this week, with an upcoming medical appointment. umm. eee. sterile environments are bizarre.
Frankly, I had two lovely chats with two different friends. I know, I know.. that I do talk about not having friends. (I do have them.)
But I do regret in this phase, moment, a blip in my life having mixed friend groups—I rather enjoy the people I know not knowing of each other until I know for certain they will be in my life for a long time not just a good time. because if anything happens there are sides.
And I like to air on caution and fade back into the bushes. Especially when I’ve already addressed everything—I’d rather not be bothered with some stuff. Because if you can’t figure it out by that point, you’ll never understand it. And all that’s left is for the world to be a teacher.
This is the second time I’ve started a show this year and once I was so far into it that it seemed so familiar—I’ve seen it before. Like deja-vu. I’m at a scene where I know for certain that a list will be found and it will cost a relationship.
Unless the trope is predictable then it’s just a story-telling arc playing out and I’ve been primed by exposure to expect certain outcomes. Or the secret third thing.. which I’m writing about.
I don’t know how I feel about the other writing I’m “doing”. Some a-hole had some choice words to say about how generic my writing was.
All I could think about at that moment was
‘Wow, you went out of your way to read. That’s so kind—’
*blank stare on my face*
‘And you’re offering some constructive criticism.’
*still blank*
I just said, “Ok.”
I think sometimes people like to talk and that’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with talking—It can be beautiful for someone to express themselves so strongly.