Better Now.

[kragore]

Nothing has changed, but much like New England weather, my temper has blown over.
I had my dinner, watched Excalibur, and had a beer. Then I chatted with a friend and went to bed.
And life was better when I woke up. Much like a toddler, I find that sometimes when I become cranky and obstinate, I have to put myself to bed before I can look at life objectively again.

Many wonder why all of this is such a big deal, when I'm able to get rides perfectly well. I'll tell you; it's because I feel like I'm using people, something I despise. I get used enough to know it sucks. That's the antithesis's trademark, and something I go far out of my way to avoid.
And there's another reason. Most of my rides come from Cervantes. I'm not seeing Cervantes. If I'm riding around all the time with Cervantes, eople will naturally assume that Cervantes and I are in fact rejoined at the hip. This is in fact not the case. He appears to be having no trouble getting along and broadening his horizons, meanwhile I'm still *$#!ing trapped in his shadow, in his schedule. God, it pisses me off...
So now you know.

Anywho, off to kill lunch,
- K.

Comments

[tashabear.livejournal.com]

Right there with you. My ex-fiance dumped me around Christmas 2001, for a girl I'd introduced him to (well, maybe not directly, but if it hadn't been for me, they'd never have met). He lived with me for three months, and they both treated me like I was nuts for being pissed off about the situation. They're married now, and living way far away (like another kingdom far away), but for a while it looked like they'd be up here. In my household. Blah.

So anyway, I can sympathize, and empathize, and listen to you vent if you like.