Can't possibly be that bad...

Every once in a while, I remind myself to keep writing. Keep thinking. Keep putting words to the thoughts in my head. Keep pushing to be bigger than the ideas I don't realize are holding up my world...every once in a while.

I often work with a particularly stubborn, pain-in-the-ass man, who loves to, well, be a pain in the ass. He will argue with a stump if he thinks it's in the wrong place, and he regularly takes time out of his day to tell me what he thinks of me and my notions. Unfortunately for us both, I am not as submissive as a stump, and mostly fall prey to head-on engagement of extensive, heated conversations that have little or nothing to do with original topics or tasks at hand. The best part is, we mostly agree but insist on yelling it in our own words at one another, occasionally to the point of bloodshot eyes or utter halting of speech out of sheer fury. Not a good idea really. Pretty bad one actually. But awfully fun.

I mention this relationship because this man infuriatingly prides himself on "making me think". While it kills me to admit it, he sometimes does.