Technical problem (and it’s not even Sunday afternoon): How does one edit the boring (as in people) out of one’s life?
I am not particularly precious about my time. Talk to me I’ll listen. It’s not your fault that I squander myself all over the place. I can make up for day time by working through the night. Cost/benefit analysis never enters my equation. Who needs sleep? However, as the years, not least days, press on maybe I should be a little bit more brutal. Particularly with myself. Still, I suppose, pregnant pause filled with a big sigh: Doesn’t matter really, does it? The older I get the more I adopt: “WHATEVER. Bring it on.”