Truth? Compromise? Balance? The mouseover hits a common theme for me. Todays commute was brought to you today by the the pondering of my own intensity. I emailed my grandparents a little about M, and haven’t heard back from them. I recall years ago emailing them about Dad’s alcoholism, and only accidentally getting a response because the AOL interface confused them. That side of the family often talks about being worriers, and combined with Dad’s statements about our heritage having great strengths, but tremendous weaknesses, I further try to add it all up to something. Both sides of my family are very hard working people, I consider them “get shit done” people, and thus I identify strongly with a hard working “blue collar” stereotype, my professional career aside. Weaving multiple threads from last night together with theses notes about worry, strength and weakness, perhaps we’ve all been emotionally intense people to start with, and our strengths are a product of dealing with and distracting ourselves from those emotions.

I’ve been thinking a lot the last day or so about “someday never comes” as well. The origins are interesting. I don’t think I’m drawn to it because of my parents divorce, although I recall writing recently about the time I asked my mother about why they were splitting up and effectively getting that response. In search of that passage, I stumbled across some thoughts about divorce from when N was flying out of Seattle. All I can do is smile and shake my head, mimicking my father as I think, “life is funny sometimes.”