Well… ouch.
I am sometimes the master of getting over things. If you give me two hours to rage, rage, rage, I will then find more peace with myself and the situation than the goddamned Buddha. It’s easy for me (after, you know, the whole nonsensical raging part) to sit there, and close my eyes, and think “this is the situation. This is the pain. This is the anger. And that’s it.”
And that will be it.
But sometimes, man, sometimes it only hurts worse when you try to shut up and get over it.
But right now I’m sitting in a basket seat on my bed (oh, the No Internetting from Bed Rule has been out of effect since school started), a friend is on Facebook telling me how he performed I N C E P T I O N on a “corpulent” drunkard and it is hilarious, and now he taught me what the word corpulent means. I have plans to meet up with another friend in an hour and a half when I’m done studying so we can smoke weed and he can relay allegedly epic embarrassing stories, I might see the Stewart/Colbert Rally/March in October with Becca and I think, if I go out for Halloween this year, I will go as a Human Rave and just glue lots of glowsticks to my body and clothes. I have great people in my life, from the least known acquaintances to the best friends you could ask for.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. I am stronger than most of this and can trick my way out of the rest.
