Paradoxical

I've spent the morning cleaning my dishes and laundry. It has left me feeling very peaceful, a sensation that is no doubt helped by the weather.

It's a beautiful day; clear blue sky with only a few fluffy white clouds in the distance, heat radiating through my open windows, a light breeze occasionally stirring the leaves. My lawn is freshly mowed, and the green is pale against the dark jade & ruby foliage of the hedge. The trellis bordering my deck is a crisp white that reflects the sun, where it manages to peek over the bulk of the house. All in all, it's a banquet of colours to delight the senses.



I'm currently sitting in my living room, beside the sliding door that opens onto the deck, and I can feel both the warmth of the sun and the intermittent soft breeze. I've got Kings of Leon playing in the background, the cat lounging at my feet, a good book ("Kissing the Limitless" by T. Thorn Coyle) sitting beside me, and a bunch of awesome emails in my inbox.

I love days like this.

Imagine going onto a forum for the first time, and attempting to tell the other posters what sort of things they are allowed to say and which parts of posts they are allowed to reply to...  Then telling the host to delete threads you don't like.

Some people have brass balls, alright.  Either that, or they need an operation to remove their head from their arse.

It took me two years of lurking, then posting, at my favourite forum, just to feel comfortable that the people knew me well enough that I could be my usual blunt self.  It amazes me to think that other people are so...arrogant... that they can go somewhere that no-one knows them, and then expect other people to change to suit them.

Jet, I'm not sure if I want your 'Logic go boom!' icon here, or your 'Don't make me zap you!' one.

Q. Moravius Cunctator: "Some people see life as a railway journey: reaching a new station means leaving the others behind. Others see life like the growth of a tree, with the earlier years recorded as inner rings on one's trunk."