That'll larn me

[smokingboot]

I shouldn't indulge myself in frivolity. It's a bit like those bullocks one sees frolicking before going to the abattoir. Maybe they do it cos they know the end is nigh, or maybe the farmer gets rid of them cos he can't stand bovine breakdancing any longer. The frolic may be cause, effect, or coincidental. But it always happens at just the wrong time.

The moment I attempt even the teeniest frolic, the phone rings and someone wants to talk about sad stuff. Now, I don't mind this at all. I can be of use if there is no solution and listening is all. And I can be of use if solutions must be found.

But when someone is unhappy yet again about the bloody obvious yet again, desiring a solution yet again provided it's not the one they dislike (i.e, the one that will work)yet again, where the hell does that leave us?

I know where it leaves me. Headache-ridden and stressed is where it leaves me.

People have the right to be idiots. They have the right to be stubborn. They have the right to believe the most stupid things ever conceived in the development of sentience, they have the right to cling to absurd ideas and misinformation, they have the right to prefer deception over perception, they have the right to cry rather than analyse, they have, in short, the right to total denial.

But they don't have the right to do it near me.

Oh well. No trips without a tripper, I guess.

Time to beat my head against a pillow.

Comments

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

Relentless, isn't it, the way the days pass whether you've done what you absolutely had to do or not... Speaking of which, when's your birthday, darling?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Relentless and yet curiously pleasant...my birthday is 11th July, during which time I will be staunchly hiking across glens/ laying siege to distilleries in Scotland somewhere. We are hoping to have a summer party if we can organise ourselves, to which you and all yours are very welcome!