bookmark_borderher perspective

Snippet caught walking down the street near my workplace:

Young woman: “Well, let me be clear, if you take my perspective to be true, then…”

Young man: [Nodding, dumbly — perhaps this was a new relationship] “Um, it’s not that it’s not true but…”

I felt like butting in and yelling…

“Your perspective can’t be true. Your perspective is your point of view or your mental outlook…..geez…”

I didn’t, of course, I just went numb and moved along.

So disturbing to see two young people (our future!) debating on the street without the benefit of vocabulary.

I blame television.

bookmark_borderdid I mention I’m very happy with my hair these days?

It occurred to me today when I was reading some other blogs that I don’t tackle any issues.

For example, I’m quite interested in the development plans for Regent Park, I do like to talk about things like gun control and teenage pregnancy, and I recycle — but do I feel the need to write about these things. Nope. Not even a little.

No, today I feel I must discuss my hair. I’m growing it and it’s taking longer to style it in the morning. But the results are worth it — I am very happy with my hair. Sure it could be thicker but I’m coping.

I’m not so happy with a new purchase I sported at work today. It’s a rather loud brocade jacket in shades of brown and rust — sadly I can’t find a picture of it online to share. The jacket itself fits very well, and since I never have any luck with jackets, I bought it. It was also on sale.

I felt like I wearing something I fashioned from a chesterfield and I probably won’t wear it again. I should not buy things on sale that I don’t really love. I should also eat right, get plenty of rest and exercise.

Anyway, did I mention I’m very happy with my hair these days?