Went to a wedding, which was much less of a torment to sit through than most weddings are for me, by which I mean, it was a nice affair all the way around. This was in an art gallery, and the two dads did the ministering, and everything was very clever, from the things they put out on the seats, to the vows to the accordian player band. Not that easy to pull off a nontradional wedding and not have it be irritating, but this was very nice and pleasant, even knowing that that was a little family discord brewing under the surface. But you could hardly tell from the toasts. Even the art hanging in the gallery wasn't that bad, at least as long as you didn't read the cards next to the paintings that explained what the artists were thinking.

Here's a puzzle. What would it mean if you decided that people who have the same interests as you are unpleasant to be around? Does that mean you hate yourself? And what would it mean to explore why this might be? Perhaps because, when you really peel the onion, you are irritating? And not just that, but arrogant, and patrician to boot. Maybe if you were someone else and met you, you wouldn't like you at all. I mean, do you ever think about how obnoxious and annoying you really might be to others?

Because I sure don't.