Details are overrated
I refer to my X as Cosmo because after 13 years he told me I wasn’t “cosmopolitan” enough, which was a shock because I didn’t know I was cosmopolitan at all. In fact no one had ever used the word cosmopolitan in a conversation with me so I wasn’t sure that was even socially acceptable.
I like letters, words & language and books, paper and pens.
I dabble with calligraphy and italic writing. I could sit for hours practicing letter forms and copying quotations. I liked ampersands and lower case g’s. I also make Ukrainian eggs called pysanky.
I often get interested in something like Italy, jazz or herbs and read everything I can about it. I have people fooled into thinking I am smart because I wear glasses and carry books around.
Sometimes I think about munching on my cats’ perfect paws and about how they might taste like cupcakes. At that point my cats usually leave the room in disgust.
I like to bake. I like to sit with a cup of coffee and a piece of pie and say “Damn good cup coffee…and hot!” like they did on Twin Peaks. I like to make random references to books, TV shows and movies, don’t I Aragorn?