Epiphany #264 C
So I was lying in bed the other night, mulling over the day, thinking about fun things. Then I remembered fondly late night IHOP excursions, buying foot long rubber cocks to hit people with, sitting on the back porch just talking over a cigarette, doing random militaryesque shit and long random drives. And it hit me.
I miss Tyler. I really do. We had a lot of good times together and nothing is going to change that. So I think I'm going to give him a call. About a month and a half has gone by and I'm not even angry at him anymore. I'm starting to wonder how much of my anger was directed toward him in the first place. Of course I left on horrible terms. Still, I want to call him, see how he is, thank him for letting me stay with him over the summer. See if we can't put the spark back into our friendship so to speak. Of course the fact that we were both pretty shitty towards one another is going to pop up, and I'm sure each thinks the other's grievances are more asinine and serious. But that's just semantics, and as I've learned from writing scores of english essays, semantics are bullshit.
So I think I'm going to call him sometime within the next few weeks when I get the time. What happens from there I really can't say.
Damn, it's not often that I concede like this. Such is the trouble out of acting out of rage and emotion.
All in all, it should be interesting, and God only knows how much I want that little extra pinch of verve in my life.
I miss Tyler. I really do. We had a lot of good times together and nothing is going to change that. So I think I'm going to give him a call. About a month and a half has gone by and I'm not even angry at him anymore. I'm starting to wonder how much of my anger was directed toward him in the first place. Of course I left on horrible terms. Still, I want to call him, see how he is, thank him for letting me stay with him over the summer. See if we can't put the spark back into our friendship so to speak. Of course the fact that we were both pretty shitty towards one another is going to pop up, and I'm sure each thinks the other's grievances are more asinine and serious. But that's just semantics, and as I've learned from writing scores of english essays, semantics are bullshit.
So I think I'm going to call him sometime within the next few weeks when I get the time. What happens from there I really can't say.
Damn, it's not often that I concede like this. Such is the trouble out of acting out of rage and emotion.
All in all, it should be interesting, and God only knows how much I want that little extra pinch of verve in my life.