In the car this morning I told my mom about stuffs,
And she kept saying variations of "he was right!!"
Being right is not an excuse for being a right asshole. My point was that he was an ass.
I got so mad I actually cried a few tears. Yeah, he was right, I knew that! But he didn't have to be a scumbag about it!
I don't know how much more of upp GI I can take. It's just awful on a whole new level. I can't keep calm anymore, but the effort is exhausting.
Most of all I'm furious at how little I know. And how little I can take. Only, at least after I have my mini plunges into deep blue, I can get up and do it all over again. There is, after all, some pretty cool stuff going on.
And we climbed tahan, didn't we?