Yeah, I got nothing. Except…I’m oddly free of something and that feels pretty good. Namely, I discovered here recently that my threshold of tolerance for any childish behavior not exhibited by, well, a child, is absolute zero. The freedom comes in knowing that. Expect me to laugh in your face if you throw any kind of tantrum or project your own behavior on me and try to say it’s mine or attempt to drag me into some ridiculous drama-trauma that’s only useful as an ego boost to you and, in fact, really only annoys and potentially harms me. Because, really, that shit’s just funny man. Also, if you ever run up on someone who just really wants — wait, needs — you to be angry — as opposed to, oh I don’t know, joyful, excited, enlightened, sexy, confident or any other number of great feelings open to people — don’t question them and certainly don’t give them what they want; that is to say, don’t get angry. Again, laughter’s probably in order. It really is the great equalizer.
On that note, this guy’s mean as hell but God he’s funny. I mean c’mon man — Bieber photoshopped on every file? Brilliant.
Now I have some DuPont Circle happy hour-ing to do with some friends who do not behave like the above-mentioned drama-trauma projectionists. Thank the Lord, Hallelujah and Amen.
UPDATE: Man, I love my dad. Said in the most matter-of-fact, rational tone: “I mean how many damn friends do you really have in the world? People who are dedicated and loyal. Why someone would want to tear that kind of thing down every time it comes around and try to destroy it…there’s something mentally imbalanced about that.”