Yeah I don't have an open spot at the moment unfortunately. I'd rather live with you over Casey but I can't just throw her out of her home.

I'm glad you've decided to move on though. I've felt for a while the situation wasn't doing your development any favors.

I went to the reef a few days ago. I remember as I sat down I noticed some people in the booth behind me, they were excessively goofy in a very Olympia way. They had been there for a while, their plates were empty. I remember thinking about where their lives were headed. My thoughts mostly reflected my own biases probably. Rebecca whispered that oomung was behind me. I guess I didn't notice him because I was distracted by the clownish hair of the kid opposite of him. Oomung also has hair that makes him look taller. He slapped my head with a fork a few times. I patted his head with my hand. Monet scoffed at me as if something incredibly offensive had happened, and as though she had never seen me before. We stayed there for about a half hour. We left and oomung and his crew were still at it. Neither one of us said bye or even spoke. Later Rebecca was sad about the kinds of friends I have. I caught glimpses of their conversation as we ate and it was the most inane babble - - that kind of humor that many groups devolve into where shock and repeated silly noises are what drive the laughs. I've seen him be capable of great things but I wonder how much of his life is dedicated to nights like that. Where is his vision? We all get derailed, but it's off limits to talk to him about, and he won't admit anything either. There's an energy he puts out that weakens the ability to confront him, I think it's part of his not letting others being their own genius. It becomes a game, if he's not going to say anything neither will I. Whoever cares most loses. But oomung always cares least. That's his strength. After a while you get over it, move on, you realize it's just not worth the stress . It's either that or submit to his ego at the very surface level of interaction . Which many in Olympia are willing to do. Which may be why he hasn't been able to escape.

It's that kind indifference that I think is bad to foster between people. It's a tribal, primitive mind thing that is effective at getting people to regard you as an alpha, but it's usually the people who are still mostly plugged in.

Having feuds and contests is something I hate too. I think it really holds us back though. Things that could be avoided turn into problems. Discomfort gets traded with resentment and unknowing. Hard to break though. There's things between us that could be spoken of that I haven't brought up. Until we do I'm not sure what our friendship can be. Am I someone who is just there to carry on our own brand of babble that our activity system has created over time? Or do I talk to you about things that actually concern me? Like the scars on your arm. Or what happened with Tiffany