tangled up in your embrace
If we keep communicating like this - so we understand each other - it’ll only lead to little ripples in our context, this world of common words and pictures that allows us to communicate in the first place. Like me and my TV - it never does much more than give a little shuffle to the cards I’ve already got. It’s pleasant, but now I’m turning it off. I need a new deck.
-Margo, “Dark Ride”, Len Jenkin
Pratt says I need to get into a fistfight. She says I have a physical presence that’s more palpable than I realize, and I need to know that I can kick someone’s ass.
Nenie says I should have verbally ripped this girl to shreds in the bathroom.
Mama R. says he can handle it, and I should just ask him.
Sjet says he’s a loser and I shouldn’t sweat it.
Townie says I let people walk all over me, and I talk too much.
Erin says the answer to all of this is drinking and karaoke.
I don’t quite know who or what to believe. I do know, however, that I have some New-Year’s-Resolutions-Amendments to make. I need more than a ripple, I need my context to undergo a fucking tsunami. And in order to survive without drowning, maybe I need to become a piranha myself.
I forgot the second part of point 1.
That said, don’t walk away keep playing the game if you like the guy. Just know that you can walk away at any time because no one is worth this.
I say steal their credit card info and take yourself to Mexico.
Or just take yourself to Mexico,
Either way, as long as the solution includes Mexico, you’ll feel better.
Taken together, drinking and karaoke solve most things.
Drinking and karaoke in Mexico solves everything else.
Late night song improvisation. Cause, you know, Simullatio rocks…
yes, we do! We kick fucking ASS! Oh, man. I have to post my Instant Messenger Country Song. Where did I put that thing …
and I didn’t really feel like things cancelled each other out, I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed by … everything. Also, for the record, he wasn’t the reason for the big brain-bile-vomit-post. He was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Oh, and Nenie - she didn’t say /I/ could handle it, she said /he/ could handle it. I thought that was a pretty telling distinction. ;)
Aah, this week! God love it. I’ve done some drinking every night since last Thursday, and I intend to continue indefinitely. A coworker and I are going out tonight, I think … and then who knows. It IS almost the weekend, after all.
The deal is that none of these things cancel each other out.
1) He isn’t worth the amount of agony you put yourself through over this. No one is.
2) Pratt, Townie and I all agree- you let this bitch fuck with you, and you don’t have to take that. You have more than enough skillz to have sent her back home to watch her 90210 DVDs and dream of the day when Dylan will finally love her.’
3) Mama R is right, you can handle it, just talk to him, keeping in mind what Sjet said
4) In the end, what can’t drinking and karaoke fix? So when you’re tired from doing 1-3 go do that and recover.
Just sayin’