A little while later, 4 things happened.

A week from hell in work, with respite still some time coming.
Some weird revelations on what people think I said.
An old "adversary" (for want of a better phrase) whose cocksure attitude led to him walking directly at me on Friday and trying to knock me with his shoulder. (bless, he is rather stupid, but everyone loves a tryhard tough guy).
A realisation that with the very last shred of something in common cut, one can only hope that a person is big enough, or the world small enough to facilitate a conversation some day.



Simultaneously too old and too young for this.

Listening to this.