Good grief...it's like wandering through a grang library, running fingers along the spines of leather-bound volumes, blowing dust off and flipping through soft, well-thumbed pages...

Gym-work has taken the edge off any aggression I might have held towards self, life, other inhabitants of Earth.  So now is the time in deep night, to give some physical form to streaming thoughts.

I was once told, "when you find the right guy for you, he's not going to be cool, Ari." Far more interesting are the circumstances, and the person, still a dear part of my past, who left me with this nugget of questionable insight...but that is a story for another day.

I wondered briefly, what he meant. Clearly, the coolest people were already my friends, and so could not be the One?  What, I was not cool enough, so the One would not be cool? He was not cool enough? Who dares to define what my Cool will be? I will decide who is cool, and who is not, thank you very much.  And any One who I am with, will, at some point, have definitely been determined Cool, by me.

Cool, until proven Contemptible.