J.P.W. King: "I love you! Fuck you! I love you! Fuck you!"
- a real honest-to-god line from the play, and it is so fitting.
Not only am I going to Gage's workplace sometime in the near future just so we can scream that at each other for shits and giggles, but it kind of describes life in general at the moment, though maybe not as dramatic (for once).
Today was a two show day, which gave me plenty of time to contemplate just about anything and everything while wasting away in a cold dark room for 6 hours. So this entry is going to include a lot of stuff that probably won't seem in any way connected to anything else.
The first thing I'm going to write about is how I'm not going to write about the first thing that I'm thinking. How's that for a tongue-twister? Seriously though, with both the amount of people that read this, and my own wish to not come across as throwing myself a pity party, I'll just say that if I took the time to try to write out my feelings at the moment, it would just amount to emotional masturbation, and like real masturbation - you should just keep it to yourself.
On the flip side of that, thanks to Gage for listening to everything that I mentioned in the above paragraph, and not flinching when I broke down and sobbed on your knee in the booth this afternoon. It's been a good few months since I've been able to just TELL someone the things that float through my mind, and it was nice to hear a new perspective on some of my problems. It helped a lot.
There's another line in the play that basically says "who wants to be normal?" And on the drive home, I realized I don't want to be normal. Normal isn't interesting. Maybe I'm going about this all the wrong way, and should just embrace my insanities. They aren't really that bad, in the end.
- a real honest-to-god line from the play, and it is so fitting.
Not only am I going to Gage's workplace sometime in the near future just so we can scream that at each other for shits and giggles, but it kind of describes life in general at the moment, though maybe not as dramatic (for once).
Today was a two show day, which gave me plenty of time to contemplate just about anything and everything while wasting away in a cold dark room for 6 hours. So this entry is going to include a lot of stuff that probably won't seem in any way connected to anything else.
The first thing I'm going to write about is how I'm not going to write about the first thing that I'm thinking. How's that for a tongue-twister? Seriously though, with both the amount of people that read this, and my own wish to not come across as throwing myself a pity party, I'll just say that if I took the time to try to write out my feelings at the moment, it would just amount to emotional masturbation, and like real masturbation - you should just keep it to yourself.
On the flip side of that, thanks to Gage for listening to everything that I mentioned in the above paragraph, and not flinching when I broke down and sobbed on your knee in the booth this afternoon. It's been a good few months since I've been able to just TELL someone the things that float through my mind, and it was nice to hear a new perspective on some of my problems. It helped a lot.
There's another line in the play that basically says "who wants to be normal?" And on the drive home, I realized I don't want to be normal. Normal isn't interesting. Maybe I'm going about this all the wrong way, and should just embrace my insanities. They aren't really that bad, in the end.
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