Monday, first week of winter break
"We clean our bathroom every night." - 'Evil Paul' Cuselos, 06/07/03
Do I feel lonely? I don't want to know. Do I trivialize my lonliness? Of course; the question should be, do I overtrivialize my lonliness? Do I trivialize it to a degree that is not healthy?
Ah, health. Such an insufficient word.
Am I still in love with Erin? I tell myself I'm not. I love her, dearly, to be sure. But I refuse to be in love with her anymore. I haven't been in love with her for a couple years now. I have no room for dead carnations. Maybe, someday, I could be in love with her again. But not when I live ten hours away, and not until she seizes her independance.
I should call Nate tomorrow. I know that at least he is in town. I should really have called Erin already. And Shavon, since I promised I would. But, hey, this is still only my first day back, and I already went to the mall with friends.
I will not waste this vacation. I am not already doomed to failure.
I've decided to sleep in tomorrow. Hopefully, by the time I wake up, I will have created a world where I am living the magical-realism superero fairytale.
It was actually Matthew Perry that reminded me about that, the movement and all. See you in the new world.
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