This sounds suspiciously like measurement. Translation, math I mean.
I guess, in relationships, we’ve got to learn to give an
or two. That’s what’s known as compromise, right?
Sometimes, I wonder if I am any good at relationships and love at all, that maybe I can admit when I am wrong, okay. Other times, if I am truly passionate about something, I can get rather heated in defence of my principles.
Maybe, it’s less about measurements of love and relationships and more that I don’t think I’ll ever be enough for someone. I think I’m better with human relationships than with mathematical measurements, but perhaps not so much.
Yeah, I’m incredibly cheery all this long January of the jot.
for the rather mathematical sounding word for the 17th of January.
The depression many feel during this long month, for me, will only be increased with the mathematical, but there’s always a jot to be found in there somewhere.