My friend C was complaining about my friend H who is her co-worker but not her friend and apparently H talks a lot at work. It sounds like H talks and talks and talks. I guess that would bother me, too. I guess. Or maybe I’m just jealous because I usually have nothing to say to anyone. Well, not to anyone. But to the majority of the population. Unfortunately I don’t have data to back me up on that.
But I often do not mind if people talk excessively because then there’s less pressure on me to come up with something to say. And life feels pressured enough, doesn’t it?
Speaking of pressure…
That was supposed to flow into my next topic, but I could not figure out how to transition…
I’ve been putting on all of this weight these days because I move around less and more slowly with this bothersome hip fracture. But the weight might affect my self-image more than my hip. In my larger form, I feel like a lesser form of humanity. So I try to compensate for that by trying to act like a nicer person. Much nicer than the more svelte version. Much more considerate and generous. As if the effort to be a better person is a good cardio workout.
