An ending, a memorial
I realized that my hotel for this adventure was almost exactly between the super sketchy first apartment that I'd found after my discharge from the Navy and the Walmart Supercenter where I'd worked. The universe is rarely subtle.
Am I overthinking this?
If I have all of the information, I can predict all of the outcomes, and I can then prepare for all of them... right?
On Tom Lehrer
Knowing the lyrics to "The Masochism Tango" has driven away many a weak-willed suitor, by the way, including a guy who thought he'd win my heart by buying a Tom Lehrer album at a bookshop and playing it in his car so that he could sing along to "The Elements."
The point of "Period"?
I could live a life of well drinks and body glitter, but wearing a metaphorical hair shirt felt just so much more correct.
On Audacity
However, the radiance of the day was later tainted by the audacity of a man. It was like going for a stroll on a gorgeous day and then catching a whiff of a trash can that's been ripening in the sun for several hours.
Sudden sapphic agita
I joke that my business is like an ancient ritual site - sealed off for centuries, then discovered long after it was last used for its original purpose and then pondered by archaeologists.
Tabletop and therapy
In a nutshell, if it's something that I've been doing for fun and it's not fun anymore, I don't have to keep doing it - in fact, it's better for me if I don't.
Make coffee, hate myself a little less
As my first shrink said, my life reminded her of the viral video of the possums in the barbecue grill drawer: there's a lot to unpack.
