I'm about as smooth as a cactus in a ballroom.

The English language needs a word for a person who you don't know well enough to call a friend, but you exchange pleasantries with… "Acquaintance" seems too cold…

Anyway, someone I'd be honored to call a friend (I've written two poems about her: Barista's Symphony, and Life's Talismans) changed their hair color and said, "... This is the color my hair is supposed to be."

My response should have been, "Nice! It looks good!" Which would have been the truth but, instead, it made me feel vaguely sad and all I could say was, "Huh."

The color of one's hair should be the color that they want it to be. I get that she meant her natural hair color, but it still made me vaguely sad… that, combined with my brain damage and being ace made me about as smooth as the first draft of that poem you wrote in middle school… you remember the one…

Anyway I hope I didn't make her feel self-conscious.

In other news, I'm going to lunch with some friends I haven't seen in over 3 years. I'm very excited about that.

Oh, and this should be a funny recursive twist, I am now pasting my posts into open.ai and using one of the images that it generates as the picture for the post.