crumb by crumb in this big black forest
So perception is a funny thing. Apparently this is a lesson for me to learn. After posting about the Rufus weekend, one of my friends told me that it seemed like I wanted to be alone, that this is why they sat across from me, to sort of give me my own space. It brings me back to one of the lessons that I learned this week- about how you perceive a situation and what the reality of it is... My tendency to jump to conclusions needs to be worked on. And to be honest, I probably was giving off that "i vant to be alone" vibe because by then The Situation had completely come back to kick me in the ass and I just needed to eat a thousand Hershey's bars in the dark bus. (and now my screensaver kicked in and with the first picture, God Said "Ha" the way he did the other day by playing that song on the train... good one, God.)
This shit must seem so random & abstract to anyone reading it who's not aware of what will from now on be referred to as The Situation. Weird. With any luck I can push it all back to the corner of my mind again and we can blog about other things, happier things like... um. Puppies and Daisies.
But at the moment? I wish I was in my non-Rosemary's Baby yellow room back home in Miami with my Mom & my brother nearby. Eating chili and watching Jeopardy. Not thinking anymore about useless desires, mixed signals, hurt feelings, unpaid bills or my stupid ever-broken heart.


1 Comments:
yeah... i love that you think that Miami is a city filled with wonderful gay men.
my head says you have a point: let go, move on. my stupid heart, however... The day that my head & my heart are in unison will be fucking monumental. it is what it is, i wish you could just accept that this is the way it's going to be until something or someone incredible happens to change it. i can't fix it, change it or run away from it. but clearly i need to stop talking about it with you guys and that's something i'm going to work on. radio silence, though difficult, seems like the best plan.
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