That people know what various things mean.
I am pretty sure that most people who ask questions don't really want the answers; they want validation. They have some cockamamie scheme cooked up in their heads based on their assumptions (mostly in their favor) of how things SHOULD be, and then commence to executing said cockamamie plan without input.
Then, they think "Hey! I should ask someone REALLY smart about this." So, they dial (my) digits, and ask their .. um .. question. And, it's not really a question, it's more of a hypothetical, partially developed, with their own conclusion stuck on the ass end of it like a bright red caboose.
Hell, even the railroads did away with cabeese about thirty years ago.
But, there it lingers - tagging along like a big pimple.
Where I keep making the mistake is in .. um .. trying to reach out and gently smack these people into some sort of connection with reality and tell them just how things really are.
"Uh, no, your illegal alien boyfriend has no choices or options to stay in the country. If he gets pulled over for a burnt tail light, make sure he hasn't packed anything too big to fit on the big ICE bus."
"'If your employer pays it to you and it's not a specific expense reimbursement, yes, it goes on your W-2.' 'But, let's say it's Tuesday, and the sky is purple, and they've only been paying me that for ten months, not all year, and I have to work from home sometimes, and the Republicans win the White House again - THEN is it taxable?'"
Just as a few recent examples.
I need to practice shutting my big trap, and waiting until they stop telling me how it is, and then invite them to make an appointment.
Will I remember this (tomorrow, when this will again inevitably present itself?) I don't know.
I had a dream about being a Forum leader last night. It was pretty delicious.
So, another thing I'm not so sure of. I'm not so sure that "bisexual" anymore means that a man has sex with both men and women. I think that it has changed in meaning, just as "gay" has, and "compassionate conservative" and "tax break."
I think that "bisexual" now means "I want the world to think I'm 'normal' (i.e., heterosexual) but I really want to be a man's sex slave. In a dress."
Life was less complicated in the 1970's.
I feel like I've discovered Detroit. I grew up in Michigan, and Detroit was a place we went to go to a really big mall, or to catch an airplane. It never was a place with a history. I've been reading a lot about it lately, and it's .. um .. wow. Almost like the lost city of Atlantis.
N8 gave me a Christmas present and a card today. He's a nice man.
I haven't felt much like doing a damned thing lately. Well, this week. I have, however, structured getting the office furniture moved around, and, for my next trick, the office is going to be CLEANED. How about them apples?
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