This weekend I found myself engaged in a debate of a very personal nature. I had never seen myself be so scathing, nor so scathed. I raised the question of whether or not I was truly busy and, pressed, I answered negatively. I took issue with the response, and that was all it took. The courtesy of words was lost and thoughts had thrown their gloves and swung violently at any and all contenders. I said to myself, “I’m going to stay out of this one!” and I did. Eventually, I calmed down and reason was restored–at which point I was able to talk things through, and generally come to a consensus on the matter. In a hearing of my own case, with me defending, and my better half prosecuting, I came to the ruling that I should stop eavesdropping on my private conversations with myself.

And no, clearly I’m not busy, I’m just supposed to be. But isn’t that good enough? I’m going to pass on that one.