It’s summer in the fall this week.
The painted and dying leaves sound as sharp as ever and the sun is heating the ground in the afternoons.
Someone told me in a diagram scribbled on the paper covering the table at the steakhouse we went to that I deal with people like mathematics.
It’s not that I’m an unemotive person. My writing should speak for itself in that regard. But, I do tend to figure out the way people work very quickly and automatically assimilate in social situations.
Last night at dinner I was speaking in ratios, variables, qualifiers, and quantifications.
…About relationships.
Once my dear friend pointed out my mathematical approach, I knew he was right. After thinking about it all day I’m almost disturbed.
But there are these few relationships scattered in the corners of my life that I cannot predict. I honestly have no idea what is going to come out of their mouth at any given moment. I can’t see their behavior coming from miles way, and I can’t read their thought processes like books.
I received a text message today in the middle of business class. It read:
“It’s a Girl.”
