Strange Year, stranger

Strange Year, stranger

I am in possession of dual thoughts, mostly. Therapy has two sides. Mine, and theirs. Theirs is $$, mine is peace. Trading money for peace. Like trading oxygen for food. Or turds for potatoes. Nonsense.

So far, 08 has been good. I've been expecting it to. My luck turned around September 07. My dad finally came home, my mom smiled for the first time in 2 years, and I got to see the Melvins 2 nights in a row. I traveled to SF for the last days of 07, intent on having fun. I did, except for the puking and shitting that was thrust on me courtesy of a fucking piece of pizza from Bowsers. I saw some friends again, ones I hadn't seen in years.

I named this a strange year,stranger, because so far it's been peaceful. I fucking hate complaining, because it comes across like any other damn whining dick with a keyboard, but I feel I have the right to bitch. Since 04, lifes been a struggle. I was ready to attack my face with high speed, burning buckshot.

I've met a couple of people so far this year, and they have invigorated my faith in decency. It's strange being part of a group that is few and far between, yet having friends that would fit into that group that are so close. My time in SF was well spent; getting to meet DF and his kind gf Y. I also spent time in Oly meeting RK and her friends, who were also fun as hell. To be able to meet them, tip a brew with them, and talk about our time on this planet has been the BEST therapy one could hope for. I believe that just spending time with people of the same interests would help so much more than telling a stranger your problems. Buying a round or two is also much cheaper. It's a type of therapy that I learned long ago, but never had the balls to pursue. I'm looking forward to later this year, meeting more people, maybe visiting the ones I've met already, and just waking with the east rising sun and challenging it to another fucking day.

I paid off the last of my credit card debt today. Money that was never spent by me, but responsibility that I took on. I'm either stupid or to nice. I would have to vote for the former. And latter.

My new cat, Leo, has woken me up the last two mornings by biting my goatee, and then pulling backwards. Getting hair ripped out WILL wake your ass up. I interpret it as a show of love, but I might be wrong. Since I got him on Thursday, he's gotten very sick. The Humane Society said he probably would, and he did. Gasping for breath, sneezing, and totally lethargic. Since I took him to the vet, and got some meds, he's 100% better. Hence the chin biting and playfulness.

I feel like I'm back in the saddle, 14 years to late. I didn't waste 14 years though, I got smarter. Now, someone just tell me that tomorrw.