Last night I attended my first philosophy club meeting, and it was great. I met with a teacher, a doctor, and some retired gentlemen to discuss theology and the civil war. Looking back on last weekend, the reason I don't fit in with coaches' wives is that I'm more comfortable discussing just war theory than lip gloss. We were just minds around a table, 3 generations together with nothing more in common.
Yesterday Care Bear was suffocating me with his requests for hugs and the launch into complaints about his divorce. Next time he asks for a hug I'll offer a warm handshake instead. I suggested he go see a counselor with the hope he would know I was referring to someone else. I'm more of a specialist in issues like why you shouldn't hit people at school and how going to PE is the only way to pass it. My wise friend Metro recommends that next time Bear wants too much, I just toss him a fortune cookie and say "hope this helps." That's the best advice I've heard all week.
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