I love orange marmalade. I do not know why. I don't particularly enjoy orange peelings, but when they're mashed up and mixed with a butt-load of sugar, I suddenly adore them. I relish putting marmalade jam/jelly on English muffins. Why must we capitalize the name of languages even if they are being used as a pseudo-adjective? Maybe we shouldn't. Maybe it should just be english muffins. Then again, who really gives a shit? I guess I don't.
You know what really irks me? People who are very opinionated about everything, whether or not they actually know anything about it, and can't stand to be wrong. So much so that they will back up things that they don't have adequate knowledge on with faulty logic. And the thing that gets me the most: not being able to say that they are wrong. Even if they AREN'T. Just to end an argument or to let somebody else have their moment in the sun, they will NEVER back down from ANY argument nor will they EVER admit, accept, or agree to defeat. They may consider it perseverance, determination, and a never-say-die philosophy, but I would consider it complete egoism and utter arrogance.
To the one who thinks she doesn't matter:
Thank you for the 20 dollars in a time when I needed it most. I am ashamed to say that I spent it all in one place. Thank you for the card. I adore it. Thank you for the moments of understanding and the willingness to listen when understanding fails. Thank you for your honesty. Thank you for being the best I have ever had, and most likely the best I ever will have had. (I think that's a pluperfect subjunctive.) Thank you for not killing me…or yourself. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me and for loving me even though I hardly did anything for you. Thank you a million times, and a million times again.
I'm sorry.
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