They drive me crazy. They're oxymoronic. They leave me speechless. They affect my inner peace. They ignite my old defect of judgementalism.
Examples:
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."
