Embracing otherness
So she said her name then spelt it, I wrote it and apologised that I may not be able to say her name correctly, a kh was a new sound to me. She said it again and I copied her, not perfect but better than most English who cannot make a gutteral sound. And suddenly she was flirting with me, a simple thing of being curious and trying to understand her otherness. But the thing is we are all other, even those nearest to us are other.
Perhaps as I got older I began to expect less, less on all levels. Less fun, less care, less partying, less family, less life remaining. The last one is just a sum but there seems to be no reason why I should have less fun, other than I am not putting enough effort into making fun. Time to make some fun happen. Even if other people about me are not.
