I don’t know whether my current feelings of misapprehension are justified.
Hour-long journeys to see Buff Guy at least three times a week, putting aside my own deadlines to fulfill his, and his unwillingness to be more accommodating for my needs is starting to grate on my nerves
Most of the time, I am appreciative of the Buff Guy’s various attributes and finer qualities. I value the fact that he provides fresh viewpoints, has the ability to make me see different perspectives, and thus inspires positive changes in me.
But occasionally, I lose a bit of resolve and start to miss being dined and wined, taken shopping, and chauffeured around.