“Don’t you look dapper!”
Stephanie just called me hubs dapper. Dapper… I wonder what the official definition is. Let’s see, shall we?
||neat; trim; smart: He looked very dapper in his new suit.
||lively and brisk: to walk with a dapper step.
And who would’ve thought he could rock the socks & stocks so hard? rawr. They’ve got a gig… so that’s why.
Ok, now that that is settled, I would like to address a couple of things. I’m sick of politics. I’m done with talking or thinking about them for a while. So there. I thought it was funny though- today I had a long talk with my extremely right wing coworker. He seems to think that taxes are about the worst thing that can happen, and that poor people and liberals are just looking for problems. Despite this, he is actually a very respectful and likeable guy. It’s actually refreshing to talk to somebody who really knows what they think and has researched it, even if I disagree with most everything he believes.
Anyway, I was telling him that I think that people have a responsibility to take care of the poor, the disadvantaged, the environment. I also think that wealth that is earned on the backs of people getting paid pennies a day is uh…wrong and not really wealth at all- just an illusion of success. Simple enough, or so I thought. So he said I sounded like a communist and I laughed. He also said I would feel differently when I have children. Bah! I’m not here to be the right one or to buy my teenagers their own cars.
I’m here to dance in the moonlight til I die.
What are you here to do?
“A joyful life is an individual creation that cannot be copied from a recipe.” -Mihaly Csikszentmilhalyi