Ren Fest

Flame still burns brightly it seems. Beyond excited to join you for a Renaissance Festival visit without anyone in her family knowing. She wanted to go alone with you but you know better.

The Celt and her little girl will be chaperones, though the little one won’t have a clue. Celt is fine with it. Much as you ought not to be, you are too. Thank God for the Celt.

You’re not a jerk; let’s see if you can prove it.

Things elsewhere are slowly stabilizing. Work really has picked up at a perfect time to help keep your mind away from wounds taking a long time to heal.

Aside from neighbors instantly going from being fine for eight years into insufferable nosy busybodies overnight thanks to the Celt pressure-washing in a bikini while you were at work, you haven’t faced much additional stress lately as you slowly try to recover from the last two months.

She is beyond junky and it is annoying, but she promised to take care of things and needs very little stress herself right now, so it is causing you to be more organized on your own – something you needed to work on anyway.

Funny how God does stuff like that. Always in the background, throwing balls of stress at you that – if you handle them the right way – lead you to significant benefit down the road.

And if you don’t? Well, whose damned fault is it? Yours – because you’re not a narcissist.

It’s been an extended period of anger and frustration; easily the worst since your arrogance cost you your home 13 years ago. But ironically as dark as things have gotten, the light deep down just won’t let it consume you.

That doesn’t mean you’re not daily in a mood where you feel it’s best to keep some pushed away from you; Then with some things you’re just trying to figure out what to do with long-term.

On those fronts anger (and worse) is not subsiding. That’s worth some concern, because anger is a terrible companion.

So yeah, be carefree for a while. All this is preparation for something bigger coming down the pipe just like it always is. And you’re going to be thankful that you’ve been tested.

So work hard. Enjoy the little things. Pray for guidance. Take responsibility for your actions. Don’t fuck a married woman. You have one week and one day before Ren Fest. Just get through it.

What’s the Point?

Your words. Not mine.

Your words. Not mine.

Please. Your words. Not mine.

Mine are poisoned by bitterness, frustration, and disappointment. Last spoken words of mine she heard were “You can’t!” before I hung up on her for the first time.

Out of frustration or cowardice; doesn’t matter.

Your words are of loving advice, empathy, and healing. I physically felt them for only the second time in my life a few weeks back and I still don’t know what to do with that.

How do I be honest? How can I be? Honesty leads straight to very short conversations ending in anger just to protect egos, and no one needs that.

Please Give me Wisdom.

Don’t know what for.

Don’t even care.

No idea what the point is.

Don’t need to.

I just don’t know.

I don’t know anything… other than that it truly matters.

Amen.

Tristesse


When you need to mourn for so many things.

Feelings.

Regrets.

Losses.

Paths not taken.

Those you miss.

Let music do the mourning for you.

So you have the choice in its tone.

Let it take you in, and seduce you with memories so fond, then drag you into cacophony of emotion.

And once more find yourself, and the balance you need, to feel joy and pain as one once more.

Remember the folly of youth, and the ecstasy of those that made you feel young when you no longer were.

Was there meaning? In anything?

Of course there was… don’t let yourself be a fool.

One day, if you’re lucky, you will be an old man at the twilight of your life, looking back on how you chose to spend the time you were given.

If you must mourn, mourn only for what’s gone – not for what you’ve lost…

For what’s gone – not what you’ve lost…

Spirit

I, I need some young blood
Come Friday night
Bring on the big flood
Like September’s coming on
Summer won’t be back for long

Hey, let’s start a big fire
Let’s shake it up
Let’s try to burn brighter
There’s no one here to catch our fall
No one here to hear us call

Tonight, this dirty September night
We’re stuck out here
You’re caught in the starlight
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me
Running through these empty streets
This city’s built for you and me

I, I know that the road’s long
It lingers on
And Lord knows it’s uphill
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
You give up just before you’re there

Hey, don’t lose your spirit
Feel all alone
But it’s there if you need it
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there
Seems like you’re not getting anywhere
But don’t give up you’re almost there

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Met her in late November. You never got to see her on a September night in the starlight…

Maybe… just maybe… it could have worked.

Please let her be in a good place.

Celebrate the good times. Mourn the bad. Quit being crushed. Say goodbye tonight. This dirty September night.

And tomorrow… carry on… don’t give up, you’re almost there…

…Still… almost there…