September 20, 2006
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I find myself driving with the windows open. My ears are freezing cold, but the rest of me is toasty warm. It’s invigorating. I also feel myself, as I drive past downtown, looking left, to the general vicinity of the one who’s burned me so badly. I raise my fist in the air with one hand, turn up the music with the other, and leave the steering up to my now well-practiced knees. This is also invigorating. Something about being visibly angry to someone who can’t even see or hear you sounds a bit crazy. Certainly the drivers next to me must think so. However…it’s cathartic. And everyone needs a little of that once in a while.
Alanis Morissette sings that “the only way out is through.” I usually agree with that. Until now. The only way out is around…and with a fist in the air.
I’ve been listening to lots of instrumental soundtracks lately. Beautiful. Lisa Gerrard is a genius. GENIUS. My typical book reading routine includes some instrumental music–not too loud–and a quiet place to recline. Lately, however, I haven’t been very successful. All the elements are in place; the setting is perfect; everything is as it should be. But, I just can’t get past the first few chapters of any book. I’ve tried Edith Wharton, Anne Tyler, John Irving, David Sedaris. All without success. Maybe it’s just a dry spell. Maybe I watch too much TV on DVD. Hmmm….
Anyway, I’m outta’ here. I hope you’re all well.
P.S. Miss you too, Yule Buddy
Comments (6)
well-practiced knees not in use - my b-friend doesn’t let me use them anymore. abunai…he says.
hhmmm, how could your ears be cold with that dead beaver on your head?
i missed your posts andrew. i hate that someone did you so badly, but i hope that you can shake your fist, take a drive, and forget that they even exist. the bastards.
so although i don’t know what’s going on with you and this person…i wanted to say hi. hope the rest of your week is awesome.
“I also feel myself, as I drive past downtown…” – der_iron_chef
post-graduation, KP, RTSparkle and I would drive past the depths of sheol and give it the ole middle finger salute…and you know those girls can salute like no other. caaaaaatharsass.
you know, drew, i’ve never really had to live in the same town as someone who’s hurt me before. at least not for long. i’ve always gotten to leave. but this year i experienced it. i fell out with a friend, and we still live in the same small town.
it feels very strange. not very pleasant.