Caveat: Compulsive post.

Sometimes I decide that something is good enough to be written about.  Then I pat myself on the back for the milestone and take a break. When I’m done, I’m usually a few pounds greater and an idea lesser. If you think about stuff long enough they tend to lose out on meaning. There is a loophole to every theory that cannot be proved mathematically. Epiphanies don’t make sense over time, which is why they are fleeting. Do you find that unsettling, or reassuring?

We all have a set of people we love but mostly live with a rather distorted idea of what we love about them. We don’t love people because they are sugar and spice and everything nice. Nope, their goodness is not it. We love them for their intrigue. We love them for their drama and despair. We love them for their choices and mistakes. We love people for their revelations. We love them because we know them to be vulnerable, and it is up to us, at least in part, to keep them unbroken.

We may love people for their kindness though. Kindness is not run of the mill – it is a shady virtue (before you start to feel smug, I don’t mean the “feeding hungry puppies” category).

If you disagree with this theory, then good for you. If you don’t – you are doomed for life. Thank you, Amsterdam! Curtains, please.

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