That's all I know

Two things.
 I guess I am someone who is considered a “direct person”  Which I translate to, one who doesn’t pretend, who speaks about reality, and doesn’t perpetuate things that are not grounded in logic. I think it’s viewed as aggressive, and even confrontational.  It’s probably seen that way because I am a gal.  Men can talk in such a way that pretty much anything is acceptable.
Luckily for me, I can usually break any tension with a laugh, quip, or aside.  That’s how I’ve managed it, and am now, most recently, due to an internal growth spurt, realizing the price that goes along with candid behavior as opposed to political maneuvering in the social sphere.  Silly me.
Second.  I’m in a GroupLove phase, just enjoy their music and their genesis as a band to no end.  Which, makes me wonder, as I pay attention to songs, lyrics and arrangements.  How the fuck do people do that? How is it possible that there are so many wonderful, beautiful, songs still, and even more coming.  Forever.

Built to fall

After a conversation I had with a colleague, I was reminded of being a bartender when I was in college.  It was a small bar in the basement of one of the university buildings.  Often, one of a few guys with similar behavior, would come and sit at the bar and monopolize my time for hours on end.
At the library, we have customers  who will enter the building at opening and leave twelve hours later, or somewhere in between.  Most, are middle aged and older men.  Many of whom will engage staff, especially, the younger gals, by either enlisting their “help” or standing at the desk and talking to them until they either are told that we have to go back to our work, or another customer appears.
Even, with our Career Counselor, they serendipitously make appointments for Career advise, but end up asking her personal questions, and to meet them after work.
Where else would these guys be able to  take advantage of women’s time and attention?  Most likely they would be brushed  off, or ignored.
It’s a control thing, one that seems hideously obvious,  but falls right under the harassment radar, just enough to make it part of the scenery.

You get these words wrong

That moment in a song, a particular song that is, that raises the hair on your arms, and often makes you cry, or at least want to.
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
I love that moment.