Sunday, May 22, 2005

The Good Life 5/20/05

Smells like you have cats

Every time I walk through the door these days I'm overwhelmed with the comforting friendly pheromone of get the hell out of here.
It seems like any simple misunderstanding can lead to a [nearly] groundless, inappropriate and flamboyant flexing of power - right in my face, right in front of my friends. No warning. If the look on my face and the subsequent stare-down didn't accurately portray my feelings of complete confusion, I don't know what could. Everyone constantly contradicts themselves, including me. But I can't help but believe that my conscious contradictions serve a good purpose as opposed to the purpose of pure intimidation. Needless to say, nothing ever gets done around here.