Sunday 1st June 2003
Sometimes You Aren’t Meant To Understand
Misery Guts Andy has been round to stay recently, and has been doing a good job at preventing me from getting my project done. He mopes around the house all day, keeping me off my work; but he says he’ll go away when my project is finished. Soon then.
Tonight at least, I go to bed with a smile. I’ve worked it out; I was discombobulated (good word, eh?) by mere truth-talking. I had heard it before, elsewhere, when it was false; I heard it again, but didn’t take it at face value. I didn’t want to hear it, but I expected it; I heard it, but I didn’t listen to it. I misunderstood, and despite proclamation of contrary instruction, I’m sorry.
Still, I finish my project next week, and perhaps Pretentious Andy will join Misery Guts Andy and both sod off, perhaps for good.