Sometimes I am intentionally difficult.

This is a fact.

You know, in case you were wondering.

Today I had a really long, important conversation with someone. Well, it was important to me anyway. It took forever when it should have only taken a couple of minutes, and in the end I conceded that I was not getting my point across at all, and more than that, that I could not figure out another angle to come at it from to help the other party understand the significant but very simple point I was trying to make.

It was exhausting. Sometimes I feel like I am talking in a totally different language. I say things that seem so straight forward, but are somehow almost universally misunderstood. Its totally not the end of the world, but it is frustrating and it quite literally makes my brain hurt.

Anyway, things like that, they make my brain tired. And when it gets tired, it gets lazy. And when it gets lazy it gets intentionally difficult. It refuses to do any of the work in conversations. It won't decode subtext. It refuses to read between the lines. It demands only denotative word usage. Becomes at times, pedantic. And you know what? I am totally okay with that.

In other news, I came home today, coated two of my homemade cookies in butter, smooshed them together like some twisted red-neck version of an oreo, popped it into the microwave, looked down at my creation, and declared that it was good.

And it was.

So.
Good.

<3