Why I don’t write anymore? And, to my surprise but definitely not his, I couldn’t answer! Answer with a legitmate reason that is, not the self-righetous, “Because I felt like it”. I had valiantly quit blogging because I felt like I didn’t have to do it anymore, that I didn’t have any more problems to solve and embarrassingly enough, that I was beyond that. So, here I am sitting here, deciding whether to throw out some flowers because it’s bad feng shui to have dead flowers in your room. The problems never cease–we only become less aware or disregard them completely, but that’s no way to live, right?
This happened about two or three weeks ago actually. My realizations to these life-changing moments are a little delayed.
Thank goodness I have someone around to question the validity of my decisions and not just accept me. Sounds silly to appreciate, but acceptance isn’t always necessary because let’s face it–Nowadays, we can talk our way out of anything that the initial intention is not to get away anymore, but to be caught. Or is that just me? 
I think I’ll keep the flowers.
PS. It’s Helvetica’s 50th birthday. Hurray for the original san-serif font!
I think that it’s just kind of you. Granted, being called (or caught) on our quirks, habits, routines, etc. is nice, but to be accepted for who you are and what and why you do what you do… priceless. Truely. Maybe it’s age, or not, but I’m not looking so much for someone to challenge me, but instead for someone to look at me, think I’m cute and good and just accept and love me and be with me for me, regarless of the strange things I do, think, feel, and emote daily. Just my two cents.
I don’t remember if you already had it- or if you wanted it…
but look!
you disabled html- your fault.
I didn’t mean to throw out acceptance (of these idiosyncracies) all together, I just mean it is nice to have them “noticed”, and accepted eventually.