It's time for some introspection, I suppose. I think I've been living in a way that I wasn't raised to. That's ok. Folks do. I don't mean explicitly. I don't think I'm opposing my parents' wishes for me or any such thing, but... I live in a big city. And rather than be self-reliant, what work I do seems to focus on trying to get people to be more inter-reliant. I'd rather help someone with their project and ask them for help with mine than do the things myself. I want to learn how to build together with people.
It turns out.
Last night.
You
I'm faltering, judging my own ability to weave beautiful prose. I don't have a particular thing to write about, and I suppose that's what's missing. I have eaten this morning. I eat leftovers, mainly. I don't know how to cook for one. I shouldn't be cooking for one, really, we're a family of three, but our 4 year old, though he is served the food we make for ourselves, doesn't really try it, and my wife doesn't eat meat. I can make non-meat foods, and I do, but she eats faux meat a lot, and I guess it just feels silly for me to eat faux meat when I also eat meat, and so if we're having burgers, we each make our own burgers on separate skillets. Or I can make another burger for her, but it has to be on a different skillet, and so... it doesn't feel like I'm making a meal for two, but rather two meals for one.