Should one choose between loyalty to a friend and honesty, or between self-interest and the greater good? Back in the early 90s, for about two months, my friend… let’s call him Earl… and his friend, Chip, dated the same woman. She was a flight attendant for Alaska Airlines. Her name was June. She had a big heart and child-bearing hips, and one could see wild forests in her gray-green eyes. She wasn’t the type to commit, but she seemed to like both Earl and Chip. One weekend she would go out with Earl, the next weekend with Chip. It was like shared custody with a set visitation schedule. It suited her job and her personality, she said.
There's something oddly Kafkaesque about this, or maybe Kafka filtered through Kandera.
Thank you. If I were as good as either of those you mentioned, I would write about it.
Interesting post Alex. Life is all about difficult choices.
Thank you, Shital! It is indeed.
Thank you, perfectlight! 🙏🏼