The Night Before Christmas

At the moment, I am humming along to John Denver and talking to an Irishwoman with whom I go to school via a social networking website. The temperature outside is 28° F, my roommates are all snug in bed, and all through the house not a creature was stirring; not even a mouse.

I finally feel like I am in Warsaw. It's a feeling of despair. It's something I have not felt in a long while, which was almost three years ago at, strangely enough, the greatest time of my life.

I recently acquired some knowledge of a situation, which annoys me, because of the childishness involved. The despair is a part of the acquired knowledge, because for whatever reason I am not supposed to live according to my beliefs, preferences, or mistakes.

Specifically, I should not befriend whomever I would like to befriend, nor should I admire whomever I would like to admire, nor should I find someone attractive, just because of someone else's preferences, nor should I do whatever I would like. I am utterly confused by this because what do the people I befriend, admire, find attractive, or whatever have to do with anything? I am also confused by the accusation that my actions are reprehensible. I have done nothing reprehensible with the possible exception of the fight between myself and a Polish xenophobe, however, I would contest that my actions of injuring the guy were not overly reprehensible, because I followed the instruction of turning my cheek to an evil person so he can hit me on the other cheek¹ for a time before I struck back.

Oh well, not much I can do about that. I'll just go ahead and befriend whomever I so desire, I will admire whomever I so desire, and I will find attractive whomever I so desire. Everything is good because I am still and know².

¹ Reference to Matthew 5:36
² Reference to Psalms 36:10

Feta: The Sequel

Fuck it — I'm eating just the feta.

Feta

I am eating salad just so I will have a reason to eat feta cheese. I love feta.