The Halfway Point
You should see my room. It’s disgusting. Clothes all over the floor, empty pizza boxes in the corner, dirty glasses on my nightstand. It’s seriously gross. Those of you who’ve ridden in my car know that it’s pretty much the same story in there. I don’t keep a check book registry. I never open my mail. I never answer a phone call from a number I don’t recognize, and I very rarely ever spend time inside my own house.
Basically, I try to hide from life.
The cruel irony in all of this is that The Year of Betterment was supposed to bring me out of that, but instead it just shoved me deeper into ontological diaspora. See what I did there, Theologians?
If I didn’t have my friends, I’d probably have gone crazy by now. The Narnians, The Stable, Kansas Citians, I thank you. Also, I’m sorry.
The good news is that I’m in motion. I’m getting my shit together and I’m going to finish this thing. Probably not in any way that any of us imagined me finishing it, but it’s happening nonetheless. It’s been six months and in many ways I’m just the same as I was in January. But in a lot of ways I’m very different. And different, in my operative definition, is usually always better.
Thanks for putting up with me for six months, guys. Here’s to six more.
And then another six months after, and after that, and after that.
I’m never getting rid of you, Shmee. Take that as a fucking compliment. But don’t let it get to your head.
lubs jew, baybee
Dude. Keep it up and seriously don’t get discouraged. I look forward to hearing and reading more from you.
P.S. I like the idea of not drinking alcohol so that I can join in the festivities of hanging out with our friends. Although, at some point today, I will be blogging about drinking alcohol and the effects it had on me last night. you’ll enjoy it. maybe.
P.S.S. Remember that one time I banged a guy when I was supposed to celibate? Yeah, we’re totally in the same boat now. It’s a big boat (much like the Arc) that reminds us we are drowning in an ocean of grace. Not only from a deity, but from our loved ones. So we screwed up, Shmee. Let’s just get back on the whores….I mean…HORSE….and try, try again. You’re in a great place whether or not you believe that.