today was a code-orange air alert which in this case means there will be no pictures in today's blog.

so i like to run & play outside, and for some reason this makes people think that firstly i care about their workout programme and secondly that i am judging them. i am fairly certain they're projecting this from inside their own weetle noggins b/c it's not like i ever ask about anyone's anythings. they just volunteer the information.

"you'd be so proud of me - i worked out three days in a row!" well, by golly there co-worker, you couldn't be more wrong. i am not proud of you nor do i hold you in contempt. it's more along the lines of simply not caring, although i am sort of relieved to learn that our health care maintenance system will suffer a bit less of a burgeoning burden because of your bustling.

"oh, don't look but i'm going to have another piece of cake!" well, by golly there co-worker, who the flock cares? i mean, really. who? i don't care what you eat or when or where. i will admit that i sort of need you not to be a piggy-pig-pig because firstly mayhaps i wanted some of the cake, and secondly if you drift into a food-induced stupor and cannot complete your assignments, i will have to do them and the reason you have a job is because there is a job there to be done and i already have a job and so i don't want two. in conclusion, i think i will watch you eat that piece of cake after all, and i might just judge you for it, too.

"ace doesn't eat junk like this." well, by golly there co-worker, have you been following me around recording my eatings in a food diary? b/c that would be really handy and while you're at it please calculate my total calorie intake and also the protein and the niacinamide, a nutrient vital to healthy hair.

mostly people try to put their fellowpeople into neat little boxes with neat little labels on them so that they don't have to think about you every time they see you. nobody wants to reanalyze and resort the world every day, hour, minute. there's simply not enough brainpower for that. you've got to have your categories sorted out to a certain extent or you'd never be able to get past reintroducing yourself to everyone and everything and every process. as insulting as it can be to be on the receiving end of it, prejudice keeps us alive.

but if you've judged me based on my behaviour and you've decided that i am some particular sort person then what follows is that you are going to expect me to behave in alignment with the way you have decided that i am, and then the conclusion is that you will be sorely disappointed.

that is, unless i have misjudged you, too... because there is that slim chance you will be delighted after all.