Re coffee: this morning I deliberately made my coffee weak, and enjoyed the watered-down taste of the first sip

I thought of Jim

Would he judge me negatively because I didn't have his taste in coffee?

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Jim's coffee cup, which he left sitting in the windowsill above the kitchen sink, became very dirty

I thought of that as I cleaned my coffee mug, which now has a couple faint stains at the bottom

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I wish I could have talked to Jim as an equal, kept arguing with him, fighting with him. But because he made more money, he had society's approval behind everything he said. He won because he had a good job. That was unfair. I think Jim knew it was unfair, but took advantage of it anyway. In my estimation, it was the conflict between what he knew was right and what he did anyway that killed him. It would have killed me. It may still kill me!