I do have stories to tell

"You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers -- you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance."
~Anaïs Nin, August 1932 "Henry & June"

but well..

I find patterns amusing..
not always good/happy, but always amusing.
Same time last year I thought about patterns, and then accused myself of jumping too soon to conclusions, of categorizing, stereotyping, etc.

This time I see them again, I can sense the air, and I find it cynical, this "self defense against self defense" as it was called by the other.
But there is nothing I can say or do about it.
Complaining, commenting, requesting, confronting, it won't get you any where. Ignoring, avoiding, denying,
well it might get you nowhere, but it will get you there with the remains of the day, and the dignity..

Cute and sort of childish how I sound so serious and mysterious..
I need to go back to being the Scheherazade of storytelling...
and I do have stories to tell.