“There’s no good culture without bad taste.”
This weekend stressed a couple of bindings that I have recently built, finally, to deal with old feelings. I’m quite sure more than one broke, and it’s hard to repair them. The past weekend has been like a bad blister that just keeps getting worse. I can’t help but use and reuse these ideas and feelings, even though they deserve to be left alone. I do feel stronger though.
I almost said something, at one point. I would have broken my promise to myself, but I didn’t. I’m glad you’re still oblivious.
It’s not always a bad thing. This might remind you too much of Pangloss, but I used to find a silver-lining in everything. This weekend had more than one of those to help me through. It may not be worth it, but it was fun. It’s just a lot to take in at once.