i can never really accept the ways in which my life chooses to balance itself.

arrive home in order to a face a really heavy and upsetting discussion with my family. mostly i sit on my self-imposed pedestal as Official Organizer of Everyone's Happiness, and wonder how i'll tackle this one. my god, do i have a temper. poor surrounding recipients.

and as nice as it is to be good at something, or just generally appreciated, it's even nicer to have carol say:

"you deal with a lot
everyday of your life
of course you lost your shit"




earlier i will have exited my friends apartment in the hip side of town, to running into my barista crush on his bike, in the rain. there i am with an umbrella, and as we recognize each other, i smile, say hi, pull up my umbrella to include him, and say, "for two seconds" as the stop light flashes red. he smiles, "two seconds." then, "where are you going?" "home." i say. "so you mean the hip part of town?" he raises a playful eyebrow. impressed, i say, "i live in the suburbs?" "OH!" he says, truly surprised. the light turns green. "gotta go."