How one lives

Yesterday I got an interesting comment from Donna, "Why are you so high? Are you on something?" Translated by herself, "I am not used to be around you like this!" Translated by herself, "you are not normally so happy."

Should I take that as an compliment?

I think one easily indulged oneself into something, some mood, some imagination. At the moment, for me, the most primary issue for living is: to indulge, or not to. Yet it's easy, isn't it? One got stock, for better or worse. Then one started thinking, which nurtured so many comedies. To stop that requires understanding, which means knowledge of the situation one gets stocked in.

And that doesn't come easily. Although indulgence helps not.

Mentors help, though. I am lucky to have some around.