I should be a politician or a lawyer, the way I can say yes and no at the same time, but make it sound like I actually said something.
Today was one of those days when it was good to know I have a few friends around the country who somehow make me look at things in a more hopeful light, even though the conversations had little to do with the fact that I needed that boost. That is how it is.
In general, people confuse me, even though I consider myself one who likes people. Maybe I like people because I am one and hope it will help me approve of myself more than I do. Who knows.
That is why it is quite a treasure to know people who don't confuse me and who tend to be uplifting just because of the mutual respect.
In the case of Sally it also goes into the realm of extended laughter. We should take notes and make scripts for movies and TV series from the fruits of our conversations. It just happens, and pretty soon imaginary worlds, intrigues and complicated events are created from one simple statement or observation. And it is the sort of story that has weight and quality, bizarre as it may be.
Now that I think of it, maybe I can recall some of those things and write something. The trouble is I often can't recall the scenarios at will. That's just a minor obstacle most likely. At least I remembered to tell people I get my protein on the black market if they ask me, "So, if you don't eat meat, where do you get your protein?", which is a question posed with a tone of accusation most of the time.
It is freaky how often that question has been thrown my way. I can only conclude that I worry less about where my protein is copped than many carnivores. You'd think it would be the other way around. So far no one has shined a bare bulb lamp in my eyes and trapped me in an interrogation room when quizzing along those lines. It has often been clear that they wanted to and would if they could.
That's the kind of wisdom that comes out of having a few good, trusted friends. Also, they tend to point out the plus side of my existence without lecture or overdoing it. It just seems to flow and then I realize that I am not doomed, living in hell, or in much of a bind if I don't want to be.
They can't do much about that toenail that wants to fall off. I keep it taped there. I do not want to know what is underneath, or to deal with that last bit of tissue holding just one millimeter of it to my body still. Even friends don't want to deal with your toenails, in most cases. Hence the old saying, "It is lonely in a shoe".
