Lack of a certain quality

Sometimes I wonder which part of my life is faring worse: the failure to understand people and what they say, mean or do; or the failure of others to understand what i say, mean and do. Or the misunderstanding variant of both.

I mean to blog about my thoughts about Walter Mitty, but my eyes are tired and I have yet to throw stuff into a bag for my trip to Bintan with the office folk.

She leaves on Sunday, yet again that bittersweet melancholy. This may really be the first time I'm losing a really close friend.

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