Minds are like parachutes; they function only when open.
It's, for lack of a better word, weird how one day can alter your life forever. Everyone knows that, but does anyone ever break that statement down and observe it in its context? One day. One hour. One moment. One split second.
And how one conversation can open the pathway to your head so much that it isn't just on a psychological level. Like the headaches have gone away. The air is flowing freely through your sinuses. You can see it, hear, taste it all clearly as if for the first time.
It's been a whirlwind couple of days. I know it happens here quite frequently. I know I often feel as if I never have a moment to rest from whatever chaos has inflicted itself upon my life. The difference is that this time there was some sort of light at the end of the freakish torture tunnel. Not necessarily the good light that most people perceive, but there is a light and fuck, I hope it leads somewhere desirable.
Friday night at the movies was eventful. I won't disclose any further information on it, I just feel it was possible foreshadowing in several ways and it redefined some classifications I had for stuff.
The band won again on Saturday and the whole day was quite enjoyable despite various and sundry roadblocks. Their performance was far from their strongest, but once again Laura Ann pwned everyone in that stadium with her badassery on pic.
We received the biggest fucking scare with my grandmother yesterday evening. While we were discussing her eventual passing. WIth her in the next room.
The Patriots barely won today's game, which, if you were unaware, was probably the most important NFL game ever (so much that it was called 41 and a half). Final score was 24-20, and I mean just barely. And Tom Brady is still the classiest guy in sports and probably life in general.
This evening I had the most raw and honest conversation I have ever had with my father. Ever. I'm not cheapening it by repeating what was said, but I want to be able to look back in this thing sometime later and know that it happened today. And that it meant fucking everything.
And when I came home, I got a phone call that validated my whole life. Something I didn't see coming and not from this person. But fuck, did it matter.
Much remains unsaid.
And how one conversation can open the pathway to your head so much that it isn't just on a psychological level. Like the headaches have gone away. The air is flowing freely through your sinuses. You can see it, hear, taste it all clearly as if for the first time.
It's been a whirlwind couple of days. I know it happens here quite frequently. I know I often feel as if I never have a moment to rest from whatever chaos has inflicted itself upon my life. The difference is that this time there was some sort of light at the end of the freakish torture tunnel. Not necessarily the good light that most people perceive, but there is a light and fuck, I hope it leads somewhere desirable.
Friday night at the movies was eventful. I won't disclose any further information on it, I just feel it was possible foreshadowing in several ways and it redefined some classifications I had for stuff.
The band won again on Saturday and the whole day was quite enjoyable despite various and sundry roadblocks. Their performance was far from their strongest, but once again Laura Ann pwned everyone in that stadium with her badassery on pic.
We received the biggest fucking scare with my grandmother yesterday evening. While we were discussing her eventual passing. WIth her in the next room.
The Patriots barely won today's game, which, if you were unaware, was probably the most important NFL game ever (so much that it was called 41 and a half). Final score was 24-20, and I mean just barely. And Tom Brady is still the classiest guy in sports and probably life in general.
This evening I had the most raw and honest conversation I have ever had with my father. Ever. I'm not cheapening it by repeating what was said, but I want to be able to look back in this thing sometime later and know that it happened today. And that it meant fucking everything.
And when I came home, I got a phone call that validated my whole life. Something I didn't see coming and not from this person. But fuck, did it matter.
Much remains unsaid.