Steven and I broke up. Last Saturday, whilst awaiting the Apocalypse, Jessie and I sat that the bar at Butch's enjoying conversation with the bartender (also named Steve). I shared the breakup story with Jessie. He latched onto what hitherto seemed to me the most innocuous detail: Steven's academic elitism. "He threw Michigan State into your face? Not Harvard or Chicago?" This pleasantly derailed my narrative train. Jessie concluded that "you deserve better than that."
I should point out that Jessie and I are not friends. Our relationship is best described as acquaintances. This distinction is not a petty one; though, I welcome a change towards the former. It struck me that we seemed to enjoy the others' company in a neutral setting that's not Lemonjellos. Perhaps he and I will get to know the other more? I also notice that the company of friends and others: Mike, Darcy, mom, Jessie, LJs, brings a lot more peace than any time spent with Steven. Lesson learned. What other lessons learned?
No compromises regarding Ryu. Ryu lives in my house. Nobody changes Ryu's routine (absent a medical reason). Someone doesn't like Ryu on the bed, then let them go home at night. Ryu sleeps wherever he wants.
Someone privileges merchandise over people, let them be alone with their nice things.
If someone cannot be happy where they are, let them be alone and unhappy.
If someone cannot speak with respect to the downtrodden, the homeless, the poor, then let them enjoy alone the sound of their own arrogance.
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