Dancing with Dragons and Damsels

Dragons first. Is there anything scarier than yourself when you give yourself free rein? Perhaps this makes no sense. But stop and think, if you do whatever you want for exactly a week, how many people will you affect either for good or ill? In one way or another, I can't see a week where I wouldn't affect a great many people. The way I try to live, I do as close to whatever I want all the time. But stopping to think about doing exactly what I want, rather than as close to... it gives me chills. Not that I'm violent or angry, but that I have hedonistic tendencies that would more or less destroy my life. I'm overdramatic, you say? I warned you already, so there.

Damsels now.

I am a manager at my current job. But the woman who was my manager when I started, who has become a good friend to me since then, is moving away. I have to keep up a front of "I'm angry at you", otherwise I'll get all weepy, and that's just not manly. And I am, after all, a Manly Man. I don't like when my friends go away, even if it's potentially for their betterment. Stay with me. Oh well.

I have another very dear friend. She's finding herself, and I worry about that. Not that she'll fail to find herself, because I believe she will. I worry because I wonder if she'll outgrow me. Deep in my dragon skin of bravado, I can spout that no one outgrows me because I encompass all, but what fool really believes that? And so, I try to push her on, "go, go, find yourself." But at the same time, the other hand is holding her elbow: No, no, come back.

My sister was married last week. She had her Cinderella wedding, and I am happy for her. But, and I want this noted for the record, if your tux should have a light blue faux-snakskin-looking vest, it should not have a dark blue tie. I'm sure there is a law against this. Such colors make me self-conscious when I am made to wear them.