Too reaching. Too contrived. If there is one thing I am not, it’s envious.
Two places.
1) I’ve spent a bunch of mental energy of late remembering those people in high school that were more assertive and self-confident than myself in the realm of dating and pondering how bygone times might have been different.
2) Thinking about those folks that stayed the course, followed the rules, conformed to society, work 8-5, and have nice cars, spacious houses, lawn service to keep the elegant yards, weekly maid service to fend off the filth and other things that fall under Gluttony and Greed and further contribute to Wrath and Sloth.
