I will be sufficiently vague. Just when you think it’s time to throw in the towel and forget about this whole insane mess, some little unrelated thing might just happen that will cheer you up.
(But don’t worry, with regards to the whole situation that messed me up in the first place, I will do my best to avoid it. Suffice it to say that it has reached the level of sheer ludicrousness, and I think it’s funny that so many people know about the debacle I am involved in.)
I know it doesn’t change anything, I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I left the bar smelling of cigarettes with a smile on my face. As my oldest friend will point out, it’s all about the simple pleasures.
Again, I must say, that the more hits one takes, the less effect each one has, until at some point, you cease to feel a thing. (And this applies to marijuana as well as emotional trauma.) Seriously. One day, I will wake up and simply not give a damn.