Today I would tell you about the discussion I had to endure with some sexist pig that was objectifying my colleage. I made a comment about her nice her shoes were, and he “cracked a joke” whether I was commenting on her leg. It bothered me immensely, because it objectified her. Gave me the itches. And then they talked more around the table and the same guy talked about being better and kept using the male pronoun: “there’s always a guy that’s better”. This bothered me, especially because the smartest people I know and care for are all women. Anyway.
I again took photos of some flowers and will definitely send them to you later. And then I had this urge to look at the photo of you and us that was taken at D., where we are all standing on the steps in front of the building at the back. You look so cute and it was nice too see you and think of you. I don’t know where the feeling came from, I think I just wanted to feel you a bit closer. Then it reminded me of you and your wonderful thoughts and writings. On that note, I wanted to respond, but I didn’t when you said that your thoughts on mushrooms were probably not that exciting. I am quite convinced they were very beautiful. You have such a wonderfully different way of looking at things than most people, and I enjoy reading it so much. Your trains of thought would be very interesting to listen to. I feel like I would probably want to hug you so tight just listening to your thoughts.
It’s late now, I’m about to go to bed. Hopefully I get to daydream a bit about you, and maybe even dream a bit with you. That would be a first, and I would very much enjoy it.