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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Keeping This Thing Up Is Hard
No. That's not true. I have things to say. They're bad things, miserable things. But I don't want to write about the things that bring me down and lead me to the brink of despair. I don't want to do no pity posts no more.
And who wants to read 'em? Everybody's got their own despairs, they don't need to add mine to theirs.
Besides that, mine are probably not as juicy as most other people's. Mine are not the kind that involve not having enough money for my next meal (I've never missed a meal in my life, to my recollection) or a place to lay me down to sleep.
No, mine are little and unimportant.
To be perfectly honest, now that I think about it, my life has not been too miserable lately anyway. It's been pretty uplifting.
Take my theatre work, for instance. For a while, I was beginning to think it was time to put my theatre days and ways behind me and start to take up a clean-living life. But no. Some people came to me and talked me back into my wicked ways, and I'm loving the hell out of the mess of it all over again.
It gets me out of the house.
It gets me out of myself.
So I guess I won't be dwelling on the downside too much for a while. For now, at least, it's all sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows around here.
Yeah, it is kind of sickening.
I'll never let go of my dark side altogether.