Heads Or Tails

I'm nothing if not foolish, much of the time.

Like this afternoon. I do nothing but fret about losing my keys, because i've lost my set and can't afford to lose my spares. Which, nautrally, led to my locking my keys in my car this afternoon. After checking to make sure i'd not left them in the ignition, i'd jumped out of the car, gone to work for a few hours... and later realised that yes, i'd not left my keys in the ignition, but had left them on the passenger seat. While the friend i was with tried not to laugh at my predicament, i rang the RAA, who thankfully came to my rescue (even though the poor man had so much trouble getting my door open!). Foolish.

Also foolish? The fact that the person who makes me happiest in the world also makes me the most miserable. Logically, the thing to do would just be to stay away. But i like being happy. So i don't stay away. Being sad almost seems worth it. Almost, but not quite. So, that makes me fooolish, i'd say. And i'm foolish because i don't know how to deal with it. And because i can't let things just sit how they are.

More foolishness? I'm sitting on my blog, rather than studying...

I think it would be safe to say that i'm a very foolish person.