Things are going all wrong. In addition to my arduous work schedule, my reoccurring
dental problems have resurfaced. This puts me an interesting situation: I have
to work all day tomorrow and all day Monday, but I cannot got into the office
until I find a dentist. And, if that doesn't present enough of a problem, I'm
also unable to eat. Why is it that life so often reduces us to a sigh? At one
point, I firmly believed that the supposed Murphy's Law was a product of perception,
that we failed to acknowledge when providence smiled on us. But, I cannot dismiss
it now, chance has not delivered as he should. So aberrant are the results of
his dealings, that no one, not even the compulsive gambler (who knows nothing
of probability) can deny that a more slight hand has control of the deck and deals
in irony. <Sigh>
Before things completely fell apart, there were five girls over at the house
drinking wine and gossiping. Kristen's best friend, EB, is getting married soon
and today was the day of the shower/luncheon/whatever. So, I hung out with the
girls. And, let me just say, girls have much more open conversations with one
another than guys do. This has always puzzled me. Why is male companionship
so very distant? Sure, biologist and Freudians offer arguments about competition
and progeny, but it still makes little sense to me why male friends are so guarded
against one another. We aren't always that way; I can remember drinking
Cuba
Libres on the fourth floor of Matheson dorm and discussing everything with
my friend
Tim.
Why is it impossible now to hang out with friends with no particular agenda?
Why the hell does everything have to be so structured and reasonable? Like I've
always said, I abhor practicality.
