Perhaps it’s the miserable weather that’s driving me to re-assess and reconcile certain aspects of my life and my person (whatever the hell that means); perhaps it’s Christmas nearing (two months from today) that’s causing this apprehension, making me want to cut particular ties as needed (or maybe just fall off the radar, yet come out unaffected and ready for the next round); perhaps it’s because his one more month is almost up and I’m disappointed (and surprised) at my indifference. You’d think that given the circumstance and the unexpected turn of events, I’d want time to stand still. Instead, I am rubbing my hands in anticipation, excited to see how long it’d take me to deal (quickly, I hope) and move on.
I’m sorry, but did you just call me a heartless wench? Because half of what I just said isn’t true.
Found a new poem:
I come in from a walk
And they ask me
If it is raining.
I didn’t notice
But I’ll have to give them
The right answer
Or they’ll think I’m crazy.
–The Masks of Love, Alden Nowlan
And a comic strip:
Oh snap snap snap snap. You know what’s a term I’m starting to hate? Dead giveaway.
Merry Christmas two months ahead, everyone.