Where did all the time go? Last I checked, I had over a week to get my shit done and get ready for our trip, and suddenly the weekend is looming and my calendar is packed with unproductive, but fun, things. I need to have a strict one-on-one course with myself on prioritizing.
Ah, fuck it.
Last night, after we sucked him dry of home-loan information, we dined with our boyee from the Ken House. That's right, he's ours. Today, I'm going to find that fucking suitcase, even if it means I have to go to DA DA DAAAAA, the mall.
I'm looking forward to tonight, dinner with Dad and friends in Hillcrest, it's bound to be an enriching, laugh-filled affair.
But aside from the hubbub, I've been very pensive lately. Mostly about social and moral issues. Nothing as profound as society and universal rights and wrongs, no, I don't have the time to delve into those subjects right now. Just pondering the appropriate way, if there are appropriate ways, to behave in certain scenarios. Like what to do if you like spending time with someone, but you don't like who they're dating; or what to do if you openly dislike someone, then run into them -- at what point are you being cordial and polite, and at what point are you being fake? These are answers one must find for oneself, and I haven't found mine yet.
It's been interesting just to think about it. Open hostility makes all parties uncomfortable, so I've pretty much ruled that out. But dancing around the truth takes too much energy, and can be awkward. Simple honesty might alienate those I don't wish to alienate, and a brutish opinion might hurt someone.
I'm coming to the conclusion, after years of not thinking before I speak, to just keep some shit to myself. This brings us back to questioning our intentions -- in what way does it benefit me to say something? What are the possible ramifications of saying something? Weigh the answers based on your values, and either act... or don't.