Until My Head Falls Off
Damn, I feel good. REALLY good, especially compared to how I've been feeling for days. Not merely down, mind you, but restless with an overcasting of down. It all started with finding that damn unfinished art project in the garage (the one that Tom ate the art supplies for.... wait, did that make any sense? Not like it matters anyway.) That was followed by some heavy-duty moping and serious creative block. I mean, I had been over the dynamics of the whole me/Tom/Daria thing so many times that I had gotten to the point of just sweeping it under the rug and trying to forget the whole thing ever happened. I understood the truth of the matter- that Tom and I met, liked each other (though we were NOT in love or anything that heavy, for the record), got tired of each other, and were about to break up of our own accord when suddenly Daria got involved and the breakup sort of happened from there. I was mad at them for a few months and decided to get over it. But there's been that undercurrent of nastiness to the whole thing- makes me make crappy remarks that they don't really deserve. They didn't do anything wrong.
Then why was I still bitter? I asked myself this as I threw the sculpture against a wall. It didn't break... it chipped a bit, but it didn't break. Then I realized what was pissing me off so badly. If Tom hadn't kissed Daria, we would have- maybe- lasted through the week. I was seriously considering breaking up with him before the whole incident with the house fire and hair striping. But then I noticed the attraction between Tom and Daria, and I guess I decided that if I focused on that, that would absolve me of any blame in the breakup. It was so easy to get sucked in to that petty crap. And, as a bonus, my jealous behavior is probably what drove those two together so soon anyway.
After laughing my ass off at myself, I decided the first thing to do was to finish that nutty sculpture. Shellacking it, covering it with melted gummi bears, and shellacking it again not only provided a good deal of therapy but came out exactly as i envisioned it- a stained-glass mosaic type thing that looks really, really cool. Hell, even Quinn thinks so (surprise!)
It was also a lot easier explaining myself to Daria than I thought- she was actually merciful to me for this. Ah, the joys of true friendship and all that crap.
It's been a long weekend. I think I'm gonna have a nice, long soak (great thing about these older houses- big ass tubs) and watch some Sick, Sad World before I hop in the sack.
Damn, I feel good. REALLY good, especially compared to how I've been feeling for days. Not merely down, mind you, but restless with an overcasting of down. It all started with finding that damn unfinished art project in the garage (the one that Tom ate the art supplies for.... wait, did that make any sense? Not like it matters anyway.) That was followed by some heavy-duty moping and serious creative block. I mean, I had been over the dynamics of the whole me/Tom/Daria thing so many times that I had gotten to the point of just sweeping it under the rug and trying to forget the whole thing ever happened. I understood the truth of the matter- that Tom and I met, liked each other (though we were NOT in love or anything that heavy, for the record), got tired of each other, and were about to break up of our own accord when suddenly Daria got involved and the breakup sort of happened from there. I was mad at them for a few months and decided to get over it. But there's been that undercurrent of nastiness to the whole thing- makes me make crappy remarks that they don't really deserve. They didn't do anything wrong.
Then why was I still bitter? I asked myself this as I threw the sculpture against a wall. It didn't break... it chipped a bit, but it didn't break. Then I realized what was pissing me off so badly. If Tom hadn't kissed Daria, we would have- maybe- lasted through the week. I was seriously considering breaking up with him before the whole incident with the house fire and hair striping. But then I noticed the attraction between Tom and Daria, and I guess I decided that if I focused on that, that would absolve me of any blame in the breakup. It was so easy to get sucked in to that petty crap. And, as a bonus, my jealous behavior is probably what drove those two together so soon anyway.
After laughing my ass off at myself, I decided the first thing to do was to finish that nutty sculpture. Shellacking it, covering it with melted gummi bears, and shellacking it again not only provided a good deal of therapy but came out exactly as i envisioned it- a stained-glass mosaic type thing that looks really, really cool. Hell, even Quinn thinks so (surprise!)
It was also a lot easier explaining myself to Daria than I thought- she was actually merciful to me for this. Ah, the joys of true friendship and all that crap.
It's been a long weekend. I think I'm gonna have a nice, long soak (great thing about these older houses- big ass tubs) and watch some Sick, Sad World before I hop in the sack.
