Another Peeve

[cbertsch]

I almost always learn more when a person tells me why they love something than when they tell me why they don't. But admitting one's preferences is dangerous business. So most people spend their time in the negative space of distaste. That can make for a great deal of amusement. For some reason, though, I'm not in the mood to be amused in that way right now. Maybe it's because I've been under the weather. At any rate, I'm going to be making a concerted effort to seek out moments of love-giving and shy away from moments of hate-giving. There. I've opened myself up to a massive dose of hipster ridicule. As Skylar would say, "Whatever."

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[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

That qualifies more as self-absorbed, oblivious, and, yes, disrespectful in my book. Hip? I think not. But I hear you. . . :-)

I'm actually responding to a number of different things, synthesizing my happiness as a response to ways of being that bother me more and more.

But I'm in a weird post-illness, more-behind-than-ever phase.

How are you doing? Has work calmed down at all?