Stuff
OK, I don't want to talk about feline related grief any longer. I will write about finally saying goodby to Orpheus, but not tonight. I thank all of you who read, and cared and asked if we were OK from the bottom of my heart. It mattered a great deal. You kind of saw one of the most difficult principals that I face. I can't save those I love from pain. Writing that sounds grandiose, and maybe it's arrogance, but it's how I feel right now. Tonight, I think one of those random lists of nebulous, cryptic responses might be in order. Please feel free to skip it if you prefer. I'm willing to bet that you are not involved in anything negative. So, off we go:
OK, that actually felt good.
I hate the shape of my head.
Thank you very much. I needed some encouragement.
I hate being mortal.
Please, please don't let inertia win this time. I will get on my knees and beg if I need to do so.
So, was it worth it? It wasn't to me. It wasn't to most of us. You realize that it was entirely an exercise in selfishness, right? Nope? Actually, I didn't think so.
I'm starting to question the very concept of democracy.
If the irony of posting online, in public, on a traceable forum, in front of people who disagree with you that the President is taking away your freedom of speech is not clear to you, then I don't want you to vote any more.
I still hate the shape of my head.
It was fun, and I kind of needed it, but it was a mistake.
I need to watch how much I drink.
I know I can handle it if I'm asked to, and I think I can do a better job than others would, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't welcome those who I wish would do a better job than I think I would.
term limits in everything.
I miss my epee.
I think I miss my blue scarf.
I'm pretty sure it's a bad hobby.
I'm so very glad that I decided not to contribute to the next generation in anything other than an advisory role.
I know that you were at best sub-sentient, but you are gone, and I have to pick up the slack. I'm more daunted by that job than I am about the one I will probably get.
You will never know how much I love you.
You stopped talking to me, I hope that's a good sign. Don't worry about it if you are OK, that was the whole point, and I'm not offended, I just wish I could have offered more.
I hate hypocrisy especially in myself.
I can't spell hypocrisy without help, and there is a lesson in that.
Oh for the love of your god! Please shut the hell up.
I like my whiskey cozy a lot.
OK, that actually felt good.
I hate the shape of my head.
Thank you very much. I needed some encouragement.
I hate being mortal.
Please, please don't let inertia win this time. I will get on my knees and beg if I need to do so.
So, was it worth it? It wasn't to me. It wasn't to most of us. You realize that it was entirely an exercise in selfishness, right? Nope? Actually, I didn't think so.
I'm starting to question the very concept of democracy.
If the irony of posting online, in public, on a traceable forum, in front of people who disagree with you that the President is taking away your freedom of speech is not clear to you, then I don't want you to vote any more.
I still hate the shape of my head.
It was fun, and I kind of needed it, but it was a mistake.
I need to watch how much I drink.
I know I can handle it if I'm asked to, and I think I can do a better job than others would, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't welcome those who I wish would do a better job than I think I would.
term limits in everything.
I miss my epee.
I think I miss my blue scarf.
I'm pretty sure it's a bad hobby.
I'm so very glad that I decided not to contribute to the next generation in anything other than an advisory role.
I know that you were at best sub-sentient, but you are gone, and I have to pick up the slack. I'm more daunted by that job than I am about the one I will probably get.
You will never know how much I love you.
You stopped talking to me, I hope that's a good sign. Don't worry about it if you are OK, that was the whole point, and I'm not offended, I just wish I could have offered more.
I hate hypocrisy especially in myself.
I can't spell hypocrisy without help, and there is a lesson in that.
Oh for the love of your god! Please shut the hell up.
I like my whiskey cozy a lot.