Memo:

Dear friends, family, colleagues, frenemies, assholes, and slow walkers-

Somewhere in the Bible (past the part forbidding the mixing of different textiles) the Baby Jebus/John Lennon decrees "There is a season turn, turn, turn..."  and then proceeds to list several things that come in and out of season.  Here is the list (roughly paraphrased):

1.  A time to be born, a time to die
2.  A time to sow, a time to reap
3.  A time to laugh, a time to weep
4.  A time to botox, a time to age gracefully
5.  A time to stroll leisurely across the street, a time to hurry the fuck up
6.  A time for big hair, a time for small hair
7.  A time to chat, a time to leave me the HELL alone.

For today's scripture study, I would like to focus on item #7 because several of you seem to be struggling with it. If I answer your call, your IM, your text message, your telegraph, or your carrier pigeon (or if I initiate any of said communiques) it means it is time to chat.  ON THE OTHER HAND, if I ignore you, I am not playing hard to get and encouraging you to try harder.  I need you to STFU and, as our Lord put it, leave me the HELL alone!!!

Don't take it personally.  It's me, not you.  I am probably manstrating and really it's for your own good.  But just to make it clear, leave me a message and MOVE ON.  It's the fucking Information Age and I will get back to you when I am in a better emotional place.  Your repeated efforts to unsuccessfully contact me but successfully irritate me will not speed that process.

Thanks very much-
Josh

P.S.  People who walk slowly through the crosswalk while I am making a left turn, please see #5.  Old people who drive in my blind spot, please see #1 having clearly failed #4.