I'm upstairs trying to concentrate on scripting. Downstairs is Jan and Crystal have a discussion about some aspect of the campaign. I have been transported back in time several years. And it's annoying. I'll let that go in a moment. I might have to close the door to let it go because Jan's voice carries like an African Swallow.
Jan is passionate about her issues and her ethics. I like that about her. She is also unbending in many of her beliefs. That unwillingness to yield, while very common in activists, was a seed in my teeth for the duration of our romantic relationship. I am pretty sure I became less and less tolerant of it. I am equally sure that she noticed. It probably sealed the fate of our relationship. I think it might have sealed the fate of all her relationships.
The question "Will it matter in a thousand years?" is a very good question that can get one off the dime about the significance of their causes. Very, very little will matter in a thousand years. Doing anything because it will make an enormous change in the world for all time is a frustrating motivation!
Anyway, back to work. :)
Oh. And love is. Especially if its name is Stacey. At least, it is for me.
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