February 15, 2009 | Filed under: I Write About My Feelings

I’ve been a pretty awful person lately, culminating in an evening recently wherein I set fire to the bridge over the canyon that leads from not-happening relationship to workable friendship. Then I stepped back from the ledge, so as to get a running start as I hurled all that remained of our relationship/friendship over the edge and into the chasm.

Now, I want to punch myself in the face. And probably one or two other people (rightfully) share that desire.

I keep trying to focus on the good things, that I’m employed, that my home is not in foreclosure, which is more than a lot of Americans can say these days, or the woman I saw last night, obviously dressed up for her Valentine’s Day date, crying on the phone to her friend that her boyfriend had just broken up with her. Yes, clearly, I should stop my whining already. But the fact is, I am not in a good place right now and it is up to me to fix it. I just don’t know how.

1. K says:
   

   Ouch. Well if you ever want to come over and have some mindless fun with a bunch of 14-month olds, you’re more than welcome. Stacking blocks and knocking them down over and over again can be very therapeutic.

   February 17th, 2009 at 8:38 am