The Disquieted Cynic Attempts to Resolve Conflict (A Feat Which Can Never Really Be Accomplished)

After a bout of the winter blues and battling a weird rash on my arms, legs and hands, I'm back.  I apologize to all two people who may have been inconvenienced by this drought. Now then, to move forward.

As previously detailed the purpose of this blog is to help me get over myself.  As some may have surmised by now I have a tendency to be too introspective which leads to being too ruminative which leads to a boring self-centered, over-wrought person. In addition to this personality flaw, I have a greater tendency to be sarcastic which often leads to caustic which always leads to misunderstandings and hurt feelings.  Adding these two traits together results in a disquieted cynic.  Concern and cynicism, if you think about it, are great fuel for internal conflict which can never be resolved.  So where am I going with this?  Damned if I know, but I'll obsess about it and then offend someone when I've finally figured it out.

I have a friend for whom I care deeply.  She not only brings home the bacon and fries it up in a pan (to quote an old commercial), she raised the pig and then slaughtered it too.  Hectic is a way of life.  I admire the things she does and the way she does them.  She is kind, if a little brusque. She is pretty, in great shape and has hair many people would kill for.  So what's the problem?  Every time I open my mouth my foot goes in it, or so it seems to me.  Oddly enough I'm not a great communicator.  Sometimes I don't pick up on subtle clues.  When I think about trying to rectify the situation, I think that maybe I'll be told to get over myself.  But maybe not.  Maybe I've over thought things.  Again.