Lovers in the background...
Good times.
I am done with being angry at things I can't change. Being angry about ultimately unchangable things is understandable when you are still suffering the effects from something bad that has happened, but now I'm over it all. On the subject of acceptance, I've learnt to deal with the following things without resorting to going crazy.
1: I'm no longer hating my appearance. Perhaps I've just learned to accept how I look, or maybe the effect of people telling me I'm NOT ugly are finally sinking in.
2: I've accepted that I'm going to die one day. I'm not worrying about the future anymore, and I'm going to concentrate on having as many good times and wonderful memories (or lack of memories, from heavy drinking sessions) between now, and the day I die.
3: I've also (finally) accepted the fact that giving up having love for other people altogether is not the way forward. Two things have made me change from my previous view. The saying "It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all". The other, is a quote from one of Tenessee Williams' plays; "Man is by instinct, a lover, a hunter, a fighter". Both of these have helped me move on.
I was quite bored yesterday. I shampooed my pubic hair, but to no avail. I did NOT get the soft, flowing, silky hair that I expected. Yes, I've tried this before, but it was a failure. So I tried it again. And it's still a failure. Fucking cunts, the lot of you!
My writing has been going well, which goes without saying. Plenty of good stuff is going into that book, AND I WILL FINISH IT ONE DAY. Even if it takes the rest of my life.
My worries have been deserted now, left to the decadence of the past, in a similar manner to how I leave behind those who try and disregard my feelings.
Now. It's time to get back to work. I have my materials for my creation. A dark room, with plenty of space to write. A single dim lamp illuminating my writing area, and the relaxing rythyms of Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper" coming from my player.
The night is a beautiful thing - it's time to illuminate the darkness with salamandrine fires, baby.
I am done with being angry at things I can't change. Being angry about ultimately unchangable things is understandable when you are still suffering the effects from something bad that has happened, but now I'm over it all. On the subject of acceptance, I've learnt to deal with the following things without resorting to going crazy.
1: I'm no longer hating my appearance. Perhaps I've just learned to accept how I look, or maybe the effect of people telling me I'm NOT ugly are finally sinking in.
2: I've accepted that I'm going to die one day. I'm not worrying about the future anymore, and I'm going to concentrate on having as many good times and wonderful memories (or lack of memories, from heavy drinking sessions) between now, and the day I die.
3: I've also (finally) accepted the fact that giving up having love for other people altogether is not the way forward. Two things have made me change from my previous view. The saying "It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all". The other, is a quote from one of Tenessee Williams' plays; "Man is by instinct, a lover, a hunter, a fighter". Both of these have helped me move on.
I was quite bored yesterday. I shampooed my pubic hair, but to no avail. I did NOT get the soft, flowing, silky hair that I expected. Yes, I've tried this before, but it was a failure. So I tried it again. And it's still a failure. Fucking cunts, the lot of you!
My writing has been going well, which goes without saying. Plenty of good stuff is going into that book, AND I WILL FINISH IT ONE DAY. Even if it takes the rest of my life.
My worries have been deserted now, left to the decadence of the past, in a similar manner to how I leave behind those who try and disregard my feelings.
Now. It's time to get back to work. I have my materials for my creation. A dark room, with plenty of space to write. A single dim lamp illuminating my writing area, and the relaxing rythyms of Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper" coming from my player.
The night is a beautiful thing - it's time to illuminate the darkness with salamandrine fires, baby.