Fuck if I know. Which is actually a vast improvement over the certainties of a few days back. I've survived what's presumably the most physically and emotionally draining aspects of this week, still need a break but no longer feel broken. And I subjected a couple of different friends to short self-centered monologues last night, for which I forgive myself (that's one of the things friends are for and I'm self-centered anyway, nothing to brag about but last night was not the time to deal with it.)
So I rambled a bit, kind of like this, couldn't always come up with the word I wanted but by and large was just a tired version of me. And friends don't seem to mind this sort of thing. Maybe I should get some of that self-esteem stuff and stop being surprised when people like me.
Alex Chilton "Loose Shoes And Tight Pussy" 1999
3 hours ago
4 comments:
Rob, the word is not "subjected". You shared something of yourself with us. That's called friendship and trust. I look forward to more.
Subjected, shared - I'm just more comfortable on the receiving end. And of course I'm philosophically opposed to comfort (it's not good for productivity), but I do like it for myself.
Trust? Friendship? Don't go messin with my cynical detachment now.
Dude, I'm afraid I missed your self-centered diatribes.
I was too busy planning my own.
More a case of disjointed than diatribe, Sean. And I figure I'm on safe turf anyway; I have far more sympathy for the problems of others than I have for my own (I care about my own, I just feel guilty about having them). So maybe it's just considered conversation. Yesterday I was actually feeling relieved but I'm also pretty sure I wasn't always quite saying what I intended. Ah well, I didn't talk much with anyone I won't be talking to again.
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