I know you know our love is the best.
I'm reading a book which put me in odd moods.
[1] Northanger Abby - I guess even Jane Austen had her strange days.
This is the third attempt, by me, on this book. I was ensured - no, promised - by reliable sources that the ending will be quite agreeable. Now, if only I can get over the fat part in the middle which I found to be a terrible bore and quite silly. It probably didn't help that I found Catherine Morland to be clueless and, frankly, annoying.
I don't know. Maybe I don't understand her. Or maybe I do, and I'm jealous.
[2] "How did you do that?" - The highest compliment one could receive.
Especially, when one is insecure about one's skill and thought one didn't know what in heaven's name one was doing.
At liberty, that's how I work. No ties. No strings. I am so very proud of my men. I went home and cry, my pearly tears of joy.
[3] Maybe they are not wrong. - There are different ways of doing thing.
Yes, I am aware of the alternatives. No, I had not experienced any of them. I was fortunate enough to find a way that works for me on first trial. It doesn't mean that other ways are wrong. And it also doesn't mean that the path I chose will work for everybody.
Why do people, so much, insist things to be right or wrong?
We're all traveling to the same place. The path you choose is your choice. It's not my place to judge.
[4] Deny, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. - The five steps of acceptance.
It's a long-standing debate we had going on. He thinks I was being silly, driving myself insane trying to figure out how it works or why it works. He shook his head and told me that it doesn't matter.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "how or why you got it. You just know that you got it and go forward with it. Quit doubting yourself."
I guess I just have to accept that I'm destined to go through life half insane - lost between what is real and what is illusion - and half blind - I told you, I don't see things. I only feel them - without any logical explanations and without any proof.
I have to say, I love my new boss. We work well together. I got intuition, she got compassion. I told her I have a hunch, she goes investigate the situation - no need for explanations and the world doesn't fall apart when I'm wrong.
It made me realized I had been shut down far too long.
[5] Death told me, Mercy is an ugly bastard.
I don't know what that was about or what he meant by it. I have met Mercy, and he is neither ugly nor bastardry.
Though, I feel the Reaper's comment significant enough that I should take note. Maybe I will understand what he meant, one of these days.
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Oh well, as I said, odd moods. And now, I'm a little grouchy so, I think I'mma go find something to eat.
Later, dudes!