Pithy Title Here
April 14, 2008 by Recovering Baptist
I’ve been dreaming of assassins a lot lately. What does that mean? They’re never after me, I’m just watching them do their… jobs. It’s weird. Trenchcoats, no emotion. And last night my grandmother’s house was involved. I don’t know.
Also, crushes hurt. Not like actual physical crushing, like with anvils. Although that would certainly be painful as well. But I’m talking about liking-a-boy crushes. Is 35 too old for that kind of thing? Crushes? MAN they hurt. But I’ll take them, pain and all. Emotion is what makes you feel alive and pain makes the good stuff feel even better. But still. Goddammit.
Also also, dieting. Hm. I don’t really have much to say about that right now.
And I’m meditating. A lot. And looking for a necklace with Quan Yin on it. Some people who read this are going to think I have lost my marbles but trust me, it’s a good thing. I’m feeling happy and complete. And drinking a lot of chicken blood. I think maybe that’s why the diet has stalled. : )
My cousin used the word “morass” once and I’ve embraced it and made it my own. Saturday night I told this girl to please take her issues up with the person she’s got a problem with and stop dragging me into her morass. Some morass I want to be involved in. Family morass. Close friend morass. I mean, that’s kind of what defines family and close friends. I even ask myself sometimes, “would I be willing to get all caught up in this person’s morass?” If the answer is, “no, I would not,” then that person? Not yet a close friend. If the answer is yes? Then that person is already a close friend. Or family. And I’m not sure you get a choice about the latter.
Speaking of, that cousin’s mother sent me an email last week that contained the phrase “nothing just happens.” Meaning there are no accidents. And it moved me to tears. Which was kind of weird but it’s something that I do believe and I guess I needed to be reminded. I love being ninja-comforted.
I consider it an honor to be in your morass.
It’s sort of odd timing, this post about morasses and what you’re willing to put up with, because tonight I had dinner with one of my oldest friends. who essentially told me to quit bitching or he couldn’t love me anymore. He kind of threw me out on my morass! I’m so hurt — but then I thought, well, maybe now we’ll love each other not like friends but like family (present company excluded, of course!). You know, deep down you can’t stand each other but you pretend it isn’t true because you’re stuck with each other, and you want things to be okay on Christmas.
Honey, I’m sorry about the hurty crush. Should they not come up with a more dignified word for them once we pass 30? Or something that tips you off to how painful they really are now, like MAIM? I Have a Maim on You!
nice use of pithy and morass! “pithy” maketh me want to talk with a lithp.
a friend of mine used the word “accoutrements” a while ago and i’ve kind of stolen it from him. feel free to use it whenever appropriate!