slamcage

Sometimes I have these metephorical concepts that come to mind, and then I want to write about them. But then I remember I can't just write the metophor without an explanation. I say that because there is this concept I like to keep in mind, that people are supposed to understand what you say, otherwise there is no point in communicating.
My life partner is sitting at the computer staring at the nifty google satalite maps of the area, and complaning that there isn't housing along the river and deep water ship channel. He has great ideas like this, which I appreciate all the time. In fact his ideas strike a chord with a deep appreciation of creativity that I have. Here is my momentary frustration though. In times of stress, it feels like the world could never be good enough for him, because he will always have ideas on how to make it better, and if people are not meeting his ideas, so everything is wrong or fucked. I feel that he is a tortured soul because he is way ahead of everyone else. I cannot release him of this, which I would like to at times because it is taxing ( at least @ the moment.)

School started. I am taking what could be a suicidal schedual, but it doesn't feel like it. I think I can pull it off.

More later. Always