Needin' love.

Listening to: Bill Withers - Use Me

It's been about a month or so since I last saw Steve, and longer still since we, uh, you know.

I ordinarily don't like to talk about such things, since it's really only my business, but I'm a twenty-something with a significant other. If you've gone without as long as I have in such a situation, it's going to get to you.

And it has.

And it's "that week." So chances are, even though I'm visiting the Mister this weekend, we'll be going without again.

Dammit dammit dammit.

Proper debate technique

Listening to: Bananarama - Cruel Summer (which seems to extend into October for some reason)

ARGH!

Frustration!

Pain!

Urge to kill rising!

For everyone:

Nobody is right 100% of the time. That is impossible. To be more specific/not specific, YOU are not right 100% of the time. Debating means arguing with reason, not with emotion - and I'm saying this as a goddamned BIPOLAR WRITER. There is a difference between fact and opinion, one which I had to painstakingly teach to a bunch of glazed-eyed freshmen last year. When you're dealing with something like opinion, the word "right" does not apply, because you are dealing with the stuff that pumps your blood, your spleen, and your brain.

And my spleen has to stay where it is, gathering in my veins, because I'm afraid of telling people that they're being a bunch of jerks.

Argue all you like, but people are people. You can't change anyone's mind about anything by telling them that they're stupid or wrong because they don't agree with you. It's pointless.