They drive me crazy. They're oxymoronic. They leave me speechless. They affect my inner peace. They ignite my old defect of judgementalism.
Someone says over lunch the other day that they are on a gluten-free diet.
"Oh," I say, "that sandwich you're eating isn't gluten free."
"Except when I'm out or on vacation or don't want to offend someone," is the response.
"I never watch teevee," says a friend, as I sit in her living room with the flatscreen yelling at me to buy tampons/paper towels/a car.
"Then why is it on?" I ask, perplexed.
"I like the sound of it. I keep it on all day."
"I don't eat sugar, thank you." I say politely as a plate of muffins is proffered.
"This isn't really sugar."
"You baked sugar-free?"
"Oh no, I don't count sugar that's baked as real sugar."
"I see you out on the roads there, you take this training seriously?" says a friend observing my Tely 10 training.
"Well yes, it is a 10 miler (16 K) so I have to if I want to complete it."
"I should do it too, I can do 10 miles easy-peasy."
"Oh, you're training too?"
"I don't have to, I do all this housework and cooking and laundry and gardening every day."