A kitten is always at peak; it's when cattiness nears that a kitten starts becoming revolting...

I don't always loathe not being able to stop the worms up there; sometimes it's delightful. It's only when I have something pressing to do that it gets in the way.
But think about other people with similar worms - there must have been some - say, somewhere outside India in the 30s, even before, where Yoga is alien. What did they do?
I don't like the idea of having to resort to something to control things that I should be able to control myself.

Even Neye can be nauseating sometimes. We're very close, but I think that's only because we avoid talking about things we don't have in common. Now if she tells me her problems or if we talk when we're watching a movie together, she seems plain and limited - sometimes naive, sometimes crude.
The other day we got to talking, and she said something about how someone should love only one person in life. It irritates me.

Sometimes I talk little, or not at all, and she insists that there has to be a reason for me not talking: something must have happened that offended me, or made me cheerless. And that's not the case; more often than not, that is not the case.
With me, if something happens - a fight I had, or something that someone did ( and I can explain why precisely that it should disturb me) - I will have it out.
If I only know that something is upsetting - a condition, a person - and the thing is not solid or lucid, and so can't be explained, how do I make it clear?

Then, perhaps arrogantly, I know that I can't expect people who don't have the feelings themselves to understand. That was the problem with Mm.
She prodded, but wishing to listen only what she wanted. Not to understand, or to know, maybe because she couldn't.

Ahhh, but Saturday's not the day to grumble!

Is everyone pink and singing - even if fairly out of tune?