I had several consultations throughout both middle and high school with this one particular guidance councilor who never really understood why I, despite making no secret that I genuinely liked her as a person, would not let her do her job. That is, get inside my head and help me figure out why I was so fucked up. I always got the feeling, as we sat making small talk about nothing at all of any relevance whatsoever, that she regarded me as a personal and professional challenge, a conundrum.

Lately I’ve noticed a parallel with one of my current relationships. Namely, the one between myself and the weblog software I’ve been trying to set up for the last three days. Everything will be going along smashingly, and then boom, total brick wall. Over and over again. And the most frustrating part is that this is something I’m supposed to be good at, something I plan to do at least semi-professionally at some point.

Despite the fact that I’m beginning to understand the frustration I put that poor woman through, there really is no reason why one would put me in mind of the other. I think Karma has tipped its hand in my direction.