Me again. That last post didn't turn out AT ALL how I intended. Why do I always have to keep it dark?
I'm never dishonest with this blog. What would be the point in that? But it's telling about my psyche that I start with "I want to get away from the heavy topics on the news, so let's talk about something lighter: the inherent cruelty of humanity when they are released from social obligations! Yaaaaay!"
By the way, I just inadvertently referenced a song I love that might some insight into that. Keep It Dark, by Genesis.
It tells the story of a man who was missing for days and finally got home. He told everyone he'd been kidnapped by criminals who mistook him for a rich man they could ransom until they discovered he was nobody, and let him go.
The next part tells about where he really went. And why he lied. It's a really good song. I highly recommend it.
Anyway, I've been caring for a bunch of orphaned kittens (cute little tykes that shredded my arms) and I get to go grocery shopping today. Which usually would be a slog, but I am going with my lady, and she makes it fun. Which is exceptional, because I don't like leaving my house...ish...thing... (refer back to my post: "Leveling" i think?).
There are a lot of good things. I don't usually talk about them, but I should. Especially now. My relationship isn't perfect. Don't mistake me. But I have someone I love who I really think loves me. And it's good that it isn't perfect because that means it's honest. If your partner is perfect, palm a blade. They're a serial killer.
I'm listening to Dvorak's Slavonic Dance no.7. Beautiful music. Though it's hard to find an appropriate volume. ; ) To everyone who knows it.
I have a warm... Bed. Kinda. Thing. And the roof rarely leaks. I bought good boots in 2015, so I'm shod. I have a few really true friends who are on opposite ends of the political spectrum to keep me grounded and to have good fun with. I have a dear actor friend from the old guard who sends me brilliant films from across the country. And I found a clean shirt after the cat just vomited on the last clean one I thought I had.
(It's a silly holiday t shirt someone got me, but it's comfortable.)
I'm ok. My career and finances are in ruins, but there's still life. Still bright mornings and beautiful evenings. Loved ones and pets. And, while I'm stuck in a cesspool of monumental proportions, I can still laugh. And I can still love. After all, shadows pass. Eventually. I believe they must. Aaand...
...Always look on the bright side of life...
Wishing you the best of times,
Your friend,
Eddy
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