so i found myself trapped, once again, on the condo elevator with two of my more loquacious neighbours. it was yesterday, after work. which presented a bit of a problem. a problem in that i just wasn't in the mood to converse yesterday. at least not on the elevator at that particular moment with those particular neighbours. you see, i had already had a rather trying day at work. the a/c wasn't functioning properly so i had been sweating more than my usual quota of three litres a day. and my stomach was grumbling because i hadn't eaten a thing all day. and so, when i arrived home, i just wanted to run into my unit and take a shower and grab a bite and take a nap and chill out for the rest of the afternoon. but instead, i found myself trapped, once again, on the condo elevator with two of my more loquacious neighbours. and i feel kinda silly making this point because just a few days ago in the pages of this blog i was lamenting the fact that my friend's uncle had refused to shake my hand contrary to the rules of civilized society. and i appreciate the fact that social niceties require members of civilized societies like our own to engage in polite conversation when trapped on condo elevators with loquacious neighbours. but did i mention that i wasn't in the mood to converse yesterday?
loquacious neighbour #1: long day at work?
me: yeah.
loquacious neighbour #2: so how are your kids?
me: my kids? or my students?
loquacious neighbour #1: you have students?
me: i thought you knew what i did.
loquacious neighbor #2: what you did?
me: oh, my floor. gotta go.
"sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. there is a time for silence. a time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. and a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.” - gloria naylor
literally, the most beautiful song i have ever laid eyes on:
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