Last week I thought of giving up smoking. Not because of my health, but because I wanted to have a valid reason
for feeling like shit.
I was succesful...
in finding a valid reason.
I realized that I am
not meant to succeed
at anything.
Excuse me while I light another cigarette...
And yes... I am the freak in the picture.
24.2.06
Outbreak?
Last night I had a couple of drinks with Ms. (Usually) Sensible.
Ms. (Usually) Sensible is suffering of pseudo-happiness at the moment, a condition which, I find, somewhat diminishes the usualness of her sensibility. I empathize with her completely, of course. After all, I just recently recovered from a similar disease though I just have to say that I'm not exactly ecstatic about the fact that my illness did nothing to dampen my cynicism. If anything, I think it only intensified it.
We sat there at same table where I could very well have contracted the things that caused the necessity for me to undergo treatment. hehe. I listened to my friend rant and rave and I thought to myself: "I am sooo glad that I've been cured." Though I'm very happy for her, I'm glad that I'm not in her situation right now.
But I only hope for the best for you, my dear friend and I have all the time in the world to devote to "being there" for you and listen to whatever crazy things you have to say because I have no intention whatsoever of "being there" for her.
posted by jeanne @ 10:41
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