… who continues to try to get me to buy and wear shirts with V-necks and other things to show of the… girls. Bad Mom. She also wants me to wear girl pants. Tight ones. I own the obligatory pair of tight pants. No more. So we went to Old Navy today, because many of the girls I hang out with swear by it for pants that fit “real” people. No offense to said ladies, but these are apparently women with more “normal” proportions. My legs are still larger than is proportional for my waist/butt, so what fits comfortably at the waist makes my legs feel like they’re locked in…

… all steeled for a grilling and series of questions and inquisitiveness. I felt bad for disappointing Rackrent by not probing. Hannah, Rackrent and I did Indian food for dinner, and I spent most of the ride to pick up Rackrent trying to jar myself out of my introspective mood. This included blasting Justin Timberlake and driving fast. About halfway to her house, I realized this simply wasn’t going to work, so I put on Tool, which I’d been listening to all day. I can’t do my recent level of questioning in a group setting. If I focus on one person, my attention is broken by the other chiming in…

The question du jour is, “Which one ‘weighs’ more?” Some would say words and personality are not concrete things, while interactions and actions are, and can thus be judged. But people are whimsical. They frequently enjoy doing things without thought, and some of these things are one-shot deals. So how much can one [validly] judge these? Then there’s the question of how “concrete” actions are. So someone blows up at you. Or, to take a better and more relevant example, say someone perpetually asks “why?” The question itself (“why?”) is going to be applied liberally in almost every conversation. But so is the reasoning behind the question and the chain…