filter

as i get older, larger holes appear in the filter on my mouth that prevents things that i will regret saying from coming out.

Crush's first day back from his training course was today. i'll admit - i was excited but trying to be cool and aloof. by 8:45 he was at my desk for a candy. the first thing he said was, "Exams suck." i asked him how things went and he repeated his initial statement. i then decided to up the teasing and asked him whether he had to take any of the remedial classes.

he smiled and said, "not for a couple of weeks, anyway." and then went on to say how stressful it was to be waiting for his marks to find out whether he passed. and this is when it all flashed before me - that little being that sits on your shoulder (or, in this specific instance, the little being that was perched atop his shaved, pre-maturely bald head) and whispers, "no, don't say that. don't...wait, don't!" as i was saying it, i knew i shouldn't, but i did anyway:

"well, at least you can't lose anymore hair." oh.no.you.did.nt.

he smiled (only slightly) and said, "ouch." i relayed the story to BabyMan, who promptly shook his bowed head and said, "no, no! you're supposed to be showering him with compliments and blinking a lot!"

despite the slight, Crush still came to see me twice afterwards - once when he came back to the office on a lunch break and once after he returned from court for the day. he couldn't have been that offended. but i am placing the filter on hypersort for the next little while, anyway.