Random Gloats # Whatever

[ed_rex]

My sweetie is off at a (dinner?) party to which I was pointedly not invited. I contemplated making calls, going out solo, doing something out of the ordinary, but ended up coming home with supplies (read: alchohol) for tomorrow's do at Heath's, and some free time on lj.

As happens quite often, I am reminded of one of the few lines of poetry I can quote:

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I don't like it that Laura so seldom invites me to come out with her friends; I do like it that she has a life of her own, that she doesn't need (or want) me to be with her in every situation.

I want to see her far more often than I do; I enjoy the fact our relationship gives me plenty of time to myself.

I trust her implicitly; I worry that she will change.

I want her to change; I don't want her to change too much (see above).

* * *

When cycling along Queen, I stop for traffic lights. I stop when a streetcar ahead of me folds open its doors. I wait until they close before doing my best to pass the goddamn thing.

Meanwhile, my "fellow" cyclists bomb through - the arrogant couriers, the poverty-stricken drunks, the students, the office-ladies - they all seem to care not a wit for the letter of the law - or even, for the comfort and safety of those dis- or embarking.

Am I noble, or just a fool, for stopping when (almost) everyone else charges on by?

I am a pedestrian, cyclist and driver - and I loathe all three of those categories. What the hell ever happened to manners?

* * *

I need a good deal more self-discipline than I have.

* * *

Despite my cynical post the other day, I think the human race has a bright future ahead of it. A little late, we're moving into Robert A. Heinlein's "crazy years", but there is light at the end of that long, brutal tunnel.

* * *

I'm on call this weekend. My pager just buzzed, but there is no message. Is God trying to sell tell me something?

* * *

Oh, nevermind. Time to add a few more people to my friends' list, who I will likely remove in a day or two.

Comments

[ed-rex.livejournal.com]

Off course.

Your list of non-euphoneus words (not to mention your use of the term, "non-euphoneus") intrigued me. Also, it seems very familiar - have we had this conversation before?

If you would prefer I removed myself, of course I will.

In the meantime, I am going to eat a baked yam.

[oddchild.livejournal.com]

right on. we have had this conversation before. I forgot. I took a break from LJ for a while and then I came upon you- a strange character on my friends list.

I do enjoy non-euphoneous words. hammer, hack, bash, bush, etc.

don't remove yourself.

yams are tasty and full of antioxidants.. or so they claim.

[ed-rex.livejournal.com]

All right, I won't. :)

And the yam was delicious - if just slightly under-cooked. I've heard about the antioxidants also, and am inclined to believe the reports.