Mark

Last night, I was talking to Vanessa, and she was telling me about one of her classes, in which they were discussing critical reasoning. She sent over an example of how critical it is that words be properly construed, lest disastrous effect result from their misinterpretation.

(Like, man calls 911, "there's a guy in the woods, I think he's dead!"..."Well," the opertor replies, "first make sure he's dead..." "Hold on..." the guy says.. "Okay, did that, made sure he was definitely dead, now what?")

So, the day before last, she and I (she being "Another," of whom I have often spoke) were talking via text, teasing ourselves and making ourselves hot for one another. She was at some dive bar at the time, having a beer, I think, and thinking over her parents' invasion of her privacy (reading her diary, reviewing her internet files) and her mother's later accusation that her outrage at the invasion was unjustified, she being merely ungrateful.

I've gotten sidetracked, here, so I will end that bit by only observing, that in regard to "ungrateful," parents should never expect a return on investment: that is not how the game works.

To return to the point of this post, now. After we had gotten so far along, withme confirming that she made me hard so easy, and her affirming I made her wet, she texted me, "I can't wait..."

After fighting off the urge to hear that exactly as it was stated, "I can't wait," I texted back, "neither can I, but I am gonna..just no longer than is necessary, at all."

"I can't wait." "I can't wait?" "I can't wait!"

Yeah, sure, since this is my journal and all, sure, to me, coming from her, it sounds an awful lot like, "I can't wait," that is to say, "I won't."

Luckily, I am smart enough and experienced enough, and I guess, old enough, to know that I couldn't blame someone if they couldn't or wouldn't wait.

Laughing, yeah, sure, it'd be nice if they could, mhm, you bet. Everyone has different needs and wants, though, and in different intensities, too. It's not as if I learned patience overnight, or that the lesson was not hard to learn, either.

These are not complaints, and only observations.

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Maybe later, after I get some more work done, I will write about a prettier (to me, fuck you, kthxbye), less arduous topic that occupied my mind quite nicely for parts of the day, yesterday.