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I just went back & read a lot of old entries on this LJ. I'm a lot funnier than I gave myself credit for, but I also bitched too much about my job. Sometimes I would also write in this tone that reads a little high-falutin'. Barf!
Andrea was telling me about some program that turns your LJ into a book & I got very excited about it until she told me that it doesn't include the comments. What the eff? Sometimes, the comments are the best part! I fucking lived for comments (obviously, this is during a time in my life when I was bitching about my work too much & contact with the outside world was absolutely vital). Sure, reading it is amusing, but imagine if I had taken all of that energy I spent on LJ for something else!
At any rate, I like to think I'm less whine-y & more do-y these days. One awesome thing I've initiated lately is coordinating with this super-cool design team on a once-a-month night at the bar. (They used to have it elsewhere, but that's all I'm going to say on that.) One of them DJs, & I think they all sort of collaborate on some animation that gets projected. Aside from being real ahead-of-the-curb taste makers, they're just really neat, sincere people I like to know. & while I KNOW this night is going to kill it, I was a bit nervous at first to forge ahead planning it. I'm not a "real partner" of the bar, but I involve myself. Shit, I basically needled my husband into putting down money onto this endeavor he wasn't entirely sold on- now look! Success!
Today, my therapist tweeted a link to an article in Shambala Sun about how our notions of romantic love sabotage our efforts to be truly happy, & wow, I've got entries on this bitch to support that theory IN SPADES. (Check it.) I couldn't help but be reminded of how often I used to go headlong into some quasi-relationship with someone who admired certain characteristics of enough to ignore what a total asshole he was. I actually saw one of those dudes in the bar last week. We chatted, & he hasn't changed one whit. How completely awful, not just for him, but his wife (who, unbeknownst to me at the time, he was living with when I was seeing him). I successfully transitioned away from the decadent, spiritually-bankrupt assholes, & he became more of one. You don't even want to know what I heard him saying about me to his crew of loser-looking pals.
Andrea was telling me about some program that turns your LJ into a book & I got very excited about it until she told me that it doesn't include the comments. What the eff? Sometimes, the comments are the best part! I fucking lived for comments (obviously, this is during a time in my life when I was bitching about my work too much & contact with the outside world was absolutely vital). Sure, reading it is amusing, but imagine if I had taken all of that energy I spent on LJ for something else!
At any rate, I like to think I'm less whine-y & more do-y these days. One awesome thing I've initiated lately is coordinating with this super-cool design team on a once-a-month night at the bar. (They used to have it elsewhere, but that's all I'm going to say on that.) One of them DJs, & I think they all sort of collaborate on some animation that gets projected. Aside from being real ahead-of-the-curb taste makers, they're just really neat, sincere people I like to know. & while I KNOW this night is going to kill it, I was a bit nervous at first to forge ahead planning it. I'm not a "real partner" of the bar, but I involve myself. Shit, I basically needled my husband into putting down money onto this endeavor he wasn't entirely sold on- now look! Success!
Today, my therapist tweeted a link to an article in Shambala Sun about how our notions of romantic love sabotage our efforts to be truly happy, & wow, I've got entries on this bitch to support that theory IN SPADES. (Check it.) I couldn't help but be reminded of how often I used to go headlong into some quasi-relationship with someone who admired certain characteristics of enough to ignore what a total asshole he was. I actually saw one of those dudes in the bar last week. We chatted, & he hasn't changed one whit. How completely awful, not just for him, but his wife (who, unbeknownst to me at the time, he was living with when I was seeing him). I successfully transitioned away from the decadent, spiritually-bankrupt assholes, & he became more of one. You don't even want to know what I heard him saying about me to his crew of loser-looking pals.