I have had several people this morning already ask me how my weekend was. I can't figure out how to answer the question without raising eyebrows so I give the standard answer "Fine and you?" It seems the most polite thing to do. I always want to tell people the truth, but that just seems to end up hurting me in the end because the thing that I have come to find about people is that generally speaking, they don't care. They don't care that I took my taxes to my tax guy or that it has taken me years to become so responsible. For most people taking in their taxes or doing them theirselves is just part of life, however, through my stuper of six years, I didn't do taxes. I got under the wire in fines because it ended up that I was only backlogged by three years. Anyway, it takes everything I have to do such a simple behavior because it is new behavior for me, which anyone who knows me knows that new behavior feels like someone pulling my teeth out. It hurts. People don't care that I had a great achievement this weekend. They don't care that I heard a surreal speaker who shared her life with me without fear or anger. They don't care that the restaraunt was so slow that I was home by nine. They don't care that my boyfriend loves me. Oh my, does he ever love me. I can't figure out why, but he does. They don't care that Sunday I watched a great flick that had Leonardo Dicaprio actually acting and that it should have been a nominated performance instead of his crazy nonsense that is in theatres now. They don't care that I did laundry and they don't care that I hate doing laundry. They don't care that the farm lost a calf this weekend and that it is a big deal to a cow farmer. (You think I made this last one up don't you but I didn't.) She was squished in the birthing canal and suffocated because it was a first time Mom and the canal had never done that before right at that moment. I guess that is why I have a blog. So that those who don't care don't have to know, but those of you who read obviously do care so tell you that I had a tragic weekend with exciting achievements: you get it. You care...who cares? I care.