The idea that three interesting people in a really-really small town might just spend their days tootling around in a rowboat, it just tickles me to no end.
Surprisingly, I wrote this before ever even having heard of “3 Men and a Boat”
Sometimes there are certain people I meet like Martin, and it just doesn’t seem they pursue relationships, and I never see them in them, and have a hard time imagining them in one. Not in a judgemental way, just in a ponderous way.
One of the great misconceptions of thinking someone doesn’t love you is that it has anything to do with yourself.
See, there’s the problem, if emotions are interpretable, you need to use your reason to interpret them — a faculty I find entirely biased.
I often suspect cat’s aren’t the arbitrary non-judgers we’d like to think they are when they let us pet them.
Sometimes even recluses just need a little shove. Sometimes that’s what they’re waiting for.
Buuutttt…. sometimes it’s not. :)
I like that I wrote him mature enough to take this conversation in stride. Though you can see it pains him a bit.












