Wednesday, 1 February 2012
DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T DO.
“I’ll be back. You sit there and insult yourself,” she said. But to that point I had not been insulting myself, nor was I planning to.
Nor have I ever.
And later, “Well, thanks for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome! (And I’m amazed you took it!)” she said.
“I’m not THAT stubborn,” by which I meant, “sometimes it’s easier to agree than disagree.”
“You are indeed complex,” she replied. “Many layers. Much intrigue.”
But even I am not that stubborn.