misterfinn

Soundtrack: Strain, "Everything's Impossible"
Mood: Improving

We had an old friend over for dinner last night. Not "old" as in "like 60", "old" as in "haven't seen her for about eight years". She brought her girlfriend - the two of them just bought a house. I made Long Life noodles and fish, cocktails and tea and mochi. Three hours evaporated, just like that.

I get wrapped up in the long view sometimes. I brood over the myriad afflictions bestowed on me by my government. I fret over the seeming ignorance and bigotry of my fellow human beings. I wonder if, in eight years, I will still have this house and this computer and enough food to eat, or whether I will be one of those miserable souls in the bread-line pictures from the 1930s.

I forget that my life is made up of little, friendly things as well as big, scary ones. A delightful dinner doesn't fix the horrific problems I worry about, but it's just as important in the overall scope of my life. Reconnecting with an old friend matters just as much as Bush's foreign policy. I need to remember to get each end of the spectrum in equal measure.