I am prone to foolish, masochistic tilting at windmills. I have trouble giving up on a dream that has clearly died. While this causes me pain on occasion, I rarely feel the guilt or despair of someone who has given up to soon. I'll take the pain of trying and failing over the shame of failing to try every time.
earlier, I posted a very general statement of affection for my friendfeeding friends. In the comments on this post I shall endeavor to be more specific about the things I really love about you fine people.
Anne and I recently encountered an online (comments thread) argument about the best girl scout cookie, in which someone said "Trefoils are a garbage cookie" and the rejoinder was "You're a garbage cookie." Now periodically one of us will tell the other apropos of nothing, "No, YOU'RE a garbage cookie."