Random Esquire

1. I have the unfortunate habit of excusing offensive behavior or an offensive comment if I find it funny enough. This is bad, I know. This, combined with my general inclination to find humor in everything, means I probably excuse a lot of offensive behavior. I’m not sure it can be helped.

To be clear, I do not typically act offensive. I admit to saying offensive things every so often but, that is generally done unintentionally. I just realized that that means I am ignorantly offensive. Fan-tastique.

2. Little Filthy has a plush toy that looks like a small bucket of popcorn. He watched as I put it in the washing machine. He whimpered while it washed until I took it out and then he whimpered more when I did not promptly give it to him but instead set it on the washing machine to dry thoroughly. It was seriously like Linus and his blanket. He’s sleeping with his head resting on it now.

3. I have an itch to go out tonight which is wholly unnecessary. I blame it on someone who called and whipped me into a frenzy with weekend stories of bad behavior.

Thus, I regress.

I am too tempered. Too measured. I’ve decided this today.

A friend of mine in college would call me and say, “We’re going to dinner. Will you come? It would make me happy.”

I remember being struck by how easily she said this. That she did not care that it made her a little raw or naked.

I like people who can be this honest and bare. People who say, “I’d love to!” instead of, “that sounds good.” People who express feelings by dropping them at your feet instead of requiring the dust of their words to settle like tea leaves, waiting for interpretation.

I like.