I'm connecting with people I haven't really talked to in five years. That's good. I like connecting with people who were friends and....lost contact with.
And, because of my business startup, I'm meeting all sorts of...interesting people. This is good stuff.
Yes, I tell myself this. The brainwashing is working: this is good. (Don't use that phrase "it's all good" with me or you'll be asking for a bonking. It's not all good; there's some very painful stuff in life; looking at it like "it's all good" is quite a state of denial and a severe disrespect for the value of pain to human growth.) There, I got that out of the way.
Stan thinks I'm "grumpy." What if he's right? What if he's not? How could I possibly tell? I guess I could look at this in, say, twelve months when the world is poised to be flushed down the toilet by the evildoing henchmen of the wealthy, ruling class, couldn't I? Nah.
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