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We're in the downward spiral to hell, that particular hell that comes every year, and is perhaps the single worst thing that can happen to a single person short of dismemberment, though at least dismemberment comes only once, whre this sugar encrusted turd of a day comes every damned year.
Okay, it has been slightly mitigated since I discovered that it is also Rolodex's birthday as well, but still, I'm increasingly cursing and flipping off my television these days.
Metaphysicos speak often of the long dark night of the Soul. Well, they seem to miss the point that there is also a long Dark Night of the Mind, of the Heart, and of the Body. In these situations, there is nothing you can do but wait it out. Of course, there is no gurantee that it will end in this lifetime. Common wisdom states that there is someone for everyone, but common wisdom is often wrong. And so, this is why Nyyki is not a happy person right now. I'm sufficently twisted and unusual that I'm a rather rare taste. POssibly an extinct one. So, I don't really like having my nose rubbed in the fact that I will once again endure another one of these Hallmark holidays celebrating the life of a defrocked monk who sent adulterous notes to someone else's wife. Last year, to add insult to injury, I had people at school, in a misguided attempt to cheer me up, sing love songs to me. To say that I wasn't impressed was a gross understatement.
It's been a crappy day, and it's not looking any better tomorrow. This is one of these periods whre I fee lthat life is the greatest of all anguish. Only a pact with a friend and a rather severe apathy deriving from a bad case of ennui is keeping me here. It would be a blessing to escape the lonliness, the blindness, the frailty, the marginalization.
Okay, it has been slightly mitigated since I discovered that it is also Rolodex's birthday as well, but still, I'm increasingly cursing and flipping off my television these days.
Metaphysicos speak often of the long dark night of the Soul. Well, they seem to miss the point that there is also a long Dark Night of the Mind, of the Heart, and of the Body. In these situations, there is nothing you can do but wait it out. Of course, there is no gurantee that it will end in this lifetime. Common wisdom states that there is someone for everyone, but common wisdom is often wrong. And so, this is why Nyyki is not a happy person right now. I'm sufficently twisted and unusual that I'm a rather rare taste. POssibly an extinct one. So, I don't really like having my nose rubbed in the fact that I will once again endure another one of these Hallmark holidays celebrating the life of a defrocked monk who sent adulterous notes to someone else's wife. Last year, to add insult to injury, I had people at school, in a misguided attempt to cheer me up, sing love songs to me. To say that I wasn't impressed was a gross understatement.
It's been a crappy day, and it's not looking any better tomorrow. This is one of these periods whre I fee lthat life is the greatest of all anguish. Only a pact with a friend and a rather severe apathy deriving from a bad case of ennui is keeping me here. It would be a blessing to escape the lonliness, the blindness, the frailty, the marginalization.
