Just Words

I don't think I was really thinking when I said, softly because of a sore throat, "... we're only ten percent of the population ..."

Maybe I really meant "they're".

Mr. P., Geeta, and Matthew prolly didn't catch the pronoun in the first person; I think they might've heard 'they're'.

Sometimes, I really don't know whether I want people to listen to what I'm saying or what I'm not saying.

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Discussing weighty issues, Jessica earnestly said to me, "You're not fat! You're sexy."

That's the newest euphemism I've heard for fat - and my favorite thus far.

Jessica's such a sweetheart.

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I'm loving Roger's current moniker on Messenger. It's "ROGER - sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms and cries when you cry turns out to be the love you never knew".

That's pretty damn sweet, I think.

Unfortunately, I don't cry in public (or even in private, really), so there'll never be anybody to take in their arms and cry with/for me. Guess I'll never know the love I never knew.

I should learn to cry.

I would really like to be able to recognize the love I never knew.