So, yeah–I’ve basically torpedoed my life in a few major ways, but in all honesty, it feels good to shake things up and get stuff out into the open. But as always, the bad comes with the good, and I’d much rather see the bright side than dwell on the negative. If you’re still with me, I’m going to assume that you want to hear all about it. Shall we begin?
First, some of the good stuff–turns out that the tiling in the house will start next week–hooray!!! That means that we are almost there–one step closer to moving in! This news is an intensely bright spot in an otherwise fuck-all week. It saves the entire day, if I’m being honest. I am so ready to leave the guest room once and for all.
Another bright spot is that my recent drama crap is finally getting resolved. Yay! I’m cautiously optimistic that things will work out as they’re meant to and that all will be well in a short time. Hopefully. I’m still a bit squirrelly, but, there was only one casualty in the whole ordeal–so that’s pretty good, right? I really wish that it didn’t have to be that way, but for now, it does. The most unpleasant part about it is that I really can’t hang out with my friend anymore at shows and after his work.
Now for a little of the bad. Due to the demands of various friends, I am now having to be pretty careful about what I write on here. Ordinarily, I would be pretty bothered by that type of request, but I suppose that I can try to be more mindful of other people’s feelings when I write–but I’m doing it under protest–at least a little bit. I guess that I’m not used to being asked to alter actual content. We’ll see how that goes. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little bugged by that.
If you know me (and I’m assuming you do b/c why else would you read me?), you know that I process just about everything through writing it out and taking it apart. I’m not sure that I can, or even should, censor that to appease other people. It’s my process and doesn’t actually have anything to do with anyone else, insofar as my making sense of things for my own peace of mind. But, I suppose it’s the same stuff (ego bullshit) in different human wrapping, for the most part. People just can’t help but make things about themselves. Even when it isn’t. And that sucks.
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