this morning #938.

this morning, a surprising bit of patience kept me from saying the first words that popped into my head. unfortunately, i should’ve just went for it as she kept on & on, not pausing once to let me talk. i wasn’t sure i could keep those first words from popping to the surface for much longer. blah blah blah french wine. OH THE CULTURE. so much bougie bullshit. nothing against europe but she was hitting me with tale after tale of her trip & i was trapped, listening quietly, patiently waiting, the urge to interrupt bubbling up inside of me. as soon as this interaction becomes a dialogue instead of a diatribe, i’ll be sure to share that the most meaningful moment of my life happened one night in madrid.