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06252017-084


-- चार हजार एक सौ नौ --


Shobhit and I are in a better place . . . for now. We talked a little about his behavior on Monday night while we were making dinner, and I had to concede that there are specific areas, which he pointed out, where I could stand some improvement of my own. I wish he would make the same such concessions more often, but whatever. I still maintain that nothing excuses his behavior on Monday night. My own behavior being less than ideal does not justify acting like an overgrown, petulant baby. Shobhit seems to think it does, especially when he's in the thick of the kind of anger that causes him to throw all sense and logic out the window. This is the very thing that makes him equally complicit in his arguments with Gabriel consistently and quickly going south.

He is right, however, that I should listen to him more, and with greater care. I really want to turn this around and point out that I rarely feel truly listened to by him either, even when we're not even arguing -- but I know that's just a deflection. (I still managed to slip it in here, though, didn't I? It's my journal, I can do what I want!) I often think of examples of arguments between others that I've witnessed, and think of this: it only takes one of you to diffuse the tension; both parties being obstinate about placing the blame on the other, and digging in their heels on that because the other refuses to relent, only exacerbates things. It only makes sense that I should consider applying that notion to myself. Shobhit has every bit the same ability as I do to calm the fuck down and take a step back. But that doesn't change the fact that there's no reason I should not be the one to make that decision myself. Really, this is the very reason I chose not to respond to Shobhit's overt and immediate hostility in kind, when he came home from work late Monday evening, and just went to sleep instead.

In any case, we discussed it all a bit while we prepared ravioli for dinner, and it was calm and civil. If only all of our conversations could be like that. As I just explained, it's just as much within my power as it is within his -- and regardless of whether he makes that choice (much as I wish he would) -- to make a whole lot more of them that way.

We proceeded to catch up on a bunch of TV we had no time for over the weekend: Last Week Tonight with John Oliver; Veep; two episodes of season five of Orange Is the New Black. Overall it was just a pleasant, conflict-free evening alone at home together.

-- चार हजार एक सौ नौ --


06242017-12


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I haven't had time to caption my photos from Pride Sunday, though. I did get the captions done over the weekend on the photos for Friday's Trans Pride, and Saturday's Capitol Hill Pride Festival. And between the social media posts and Monday morning's email photo digest captions, I just finished copying and pasting those as captions on the related photos on Flickr. That will just have to do for now. This is what happens when I have three days in a row that are ridiculously photogenic, and it is then followed by days without a lot of free time for such things as photo captioning. Not when there are so many movies and TV shows to watch, anyway!

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Well, I've definitely eaten too much today already. I had a chocolate confection soon after I got to work; that's pretty standard, actually. Then there was strawberry rhubarb pie leftover from last night's Board meeting left out in the kitchen, and I had a small-ish slice of that. And then, ten minutes before lunch, Noah had heated up a sample Indian Life wrap, and, completely unsolicited, he brought me half of it on a plate. That's clearly not enough for a whole lunch -- or maybe it was? -- and so I still went ahead with my regular second bowl of macaroni & cheese from the box I prepared yesterday. I'm hoping I can manage to have a light dinner tonight in an effort to mitigate so much food consumption before 12:30 today.

Robin, one of the Deli Merchandisers, even had pieces of another flavor of those Indian wraps, and had me try that. That one wasn't quite as good as the first, though, so I only took a couple of bites and tossed the rest of it into the garbage.

Not that any of this is that big of a deal. And I was listening to my Queen playlist on my iPod while biking to work this morning and it put me in a super-good mood, which has pretty much lasted all day thus far. I have no reason to expect it to change for the rest of the day, so, well, it's already a good day!

-- चार हजार एक सौ नौ --


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positive energy please