self pity, literature, and pop-culture
I hope I am PMS-ing. I'm in a dreadful state today. I woke in tears and shall likely lie down in them at the end of the day. Bleeding will simplify the emotions and I can write them off as a consequence of the hormonal tide. Meanwhile I'm sad about everything, a usual state of affairs, but not, generally, a paralyzing one.
I found a wonderful, sad, and probably true quote about friendship from Forster. It is likely the root cause of the failure of my attempts (thus far) to establish a lasting "family unit" out of non-romantic acquaintances:
The irony of friendship: We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream. Nature has no use for us: she has cut her stuff differently. dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers these are what she wants, and if we are friends it must be in our spare time.
I'm attempting, you see, to distill a comforting and applicable philosophy for myself from E.M. Forster and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I should be attempting to find a satisfying job that doesn't make me daily wish to plunge a letter-opener into my chest, but "practical" has never been a defining characteristic of mine.
I found a wonderful, sad, and probably true quote about friendship from Forster. It is likely the root cause of the failure of my attempts (thus far) to establish a lasting "family unit" out of non-romantic acquaintances:
The irony of friendship: We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream. Nature has no use for us: she has cut her stuff differently. dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers these are what she wants, and if we are friends it must be in our spare time.
I'm attempting, you see, to distill a comforting and applicable philosophy for myself from E.M. Forster and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I should be attempting to find a satisfying job that doesn't make me daily wish to plunge a letter-opener into my chest, but "practical" has never been a defining characteristic of mine.