After a brief period away, I returned to discover that my other three journals (not to mention most of my other work) had been banished into the bowels of cyber space. There were some tears and angry exclamations, followed by fruitless bargaining and more angry exclamations, until it was begrudgingly accepted that the work was no more and that going forward it might be a good idea to read the fine print. Life is a crazy causal continuum and change is part of it, so even though the last three years of memories are no longer on record, I am moving forward, hoping that what I write in this journal will stay where it is, and that most of it will be worth remembering.
Those computer class people obviously have no creativity in their blood. If they had even a little bit, they would totally understand the necessity of writing even though no likelihood of being paid.
I've been wondering the theory about allergies and bacteria exposure has any merit. We kill off the good kind, which help us break down certain chemicals in our bodies, leaving the malevolent strains to wreak havoc. Perhaps without the good bacteria our bodies become resistant to things that are intended to be good for us.
I heard something very interesting on a television show once. Can't claim that it is a fact, but it makes sense. Anyways, one character, a scientist, said that females' hearing had evolved to enable us to hear the high-pitched cries of babies while males' ears don't pick up on that.
So perhaps it is really possible that M. didn't hear her and not just because he was so absorbed in his work.
My 'type' has always been dark men, brown or black eyes, hair the darker the better. Not to say I haven't dated men with fair hair or blue eyes, but I've always been more inclined to dark men. Their ethnicity wasn't important. I've dated a Cuban, a Native American, and a guy whose parents came from the Phillipines.
As long as they had very dark hair, they were all right with me.
Unless she's all like 'hey man, whatever.' A balance is good, though. I agree. I just wish he would switch roles with me on occasion. I hate having to be the one who has to push harder to get things moving. It's like she has to need a blood transfusion before he'll do anything. Irks me it does.
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