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Thursday, May 15,
2003 at 16:01:56 (EDT) |
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What becomes of the broken-hearted? Gardens
Bar!
Hey, last night I went to Gardens
Bar on Myrtle cuz my non-girlfriend had already staked out the
Alibi,
and I didn't feel like I could deal at the moment. But dammit, I had
to go to some bar. So Gardens it was. It's actually not a bad
place. It'll be even better once it stays warmer at night. For the
name is not just a clever marketing notion, they really do have a
huge back yard. Actually, 'garden' is probably a bit too much; 'huge
concrete lot with plastic chairs and alley cats' is more accurate,
though it doesn't roll off the tongue as well. Either way, a pleasant
enough place to spend an evening. I assume it gets crowded on the
weekends, but for a Wednesday it was pretty vacant.
Now for my big complaint: how can they charge me $6 for a tiny,
half-filled tumbler of Jim
Beam? This ain't single malt! Down the street (and frankly further
into the more affluent part of town), the Alibi serves up at least
as much hooch for $4. If I didn't plan on retreating there in the
future, I'd say they lost a customer. I guess they expect you to
pay extry for the privilege of shivering outside smoking while still
being able to hold your drink.
On other breakup-related fronts, I was nearing the apex of my insanity
over it last night, but today I feel much better. We had a discussion
and that seemed to clear the air a lot. I may have very well crossed
the threshold of I Get It, It's Really Happening, and now I can
move into the happy world of I Am Utterly Utterly Alone in the Universe.
At least I still have my cats.
Well wishers have been pouring in to prop up my crushed self-esteem.
Here are a few of the meaningful notes I have received:
- "3 magic words: Underground Strip Club"
- "My motto: Fuck 'em!"
- "Come back to Ohio"
- Watch out for the depressing effects of alcohol"
- "I tole you that bitch crazy"
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Wednesday, May 14,
2003 at 15:12:39 (EDT) |
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Financial erotica on the 23rd floor
If you are nursing a broken heart, I cannot recommend scheduling a
lot of meetings with insane people who have no idea what they want
but blame it on you as though you were in any sort of position to
judge. Actually, that sounds familiar. Anyhow, I am now currently
working on the redesign of 7 different department sites, not to mention
my usual workload which has also been ballooning of late.
I suppose it might be relieving to throw myself into my work to
forget my personal problems, but my god, who wants to throw themselves
into financial information products? I can't get over the way these
weirdoes can sit around and talk about this stuff like it was the
best dildo ever. They really fall for that company bullshit, the
whole we're-in-it-for-the-customers tripe. Maybe it's because they
get raises on a timely basis. Grrrr.
At least my friggin' ID card works now.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Wednesday, May 14,
2003 at 10:01:37 (EDT) |
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Are we not men? ... We are Invo!
I looked up my 3
D's and found this snippet from a motivational workshop site:
The Four Life Positions - and Getting On with Life
- Get Away From: The depressive position:
Run Away from Problems (work, sleep, drugs, alcohol, suicide)
- Devolution
- Get No Where With: The futile position:
Ignore Problems (denial, displacement, distraction) - Involution
- Get Rid of: The crusader position:
Destroy the problem (divorce, quitting, murder) - Revolution
- Get On With: The healthy position:
Solve Problems (understand problem, seek resources, act) - Evolution
According to this, my plan is futile. It pisses me off that the
plan my former girlfriend appears to be pursuing gets to be called
"the crusader position," even though it's all about destruction
and murder. I'm futilely roaming around like a dope, while she's
slaying the mighty dragon that was our relationship. Can't a guy
catch a break?
As much as I don't like the views expressed above, I gotta say
I'd now like to name my band "Involution Crusade." Or
maybe just "Invo," kinda like Devo
but you know, more introspective. I can't think of a word that describes
my band better.
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Wednesday, May 14,
2003 at 09:37:44 (EDT) |
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A Man, A Plan, A Canal ... Gazpacho!
My plan for dealing with this unfathomable break-up is to rely on
the 3 D's: Denial, Displacement, Distraction.
To that end, I'm trying to find something to do every night until
I am either over this or I pass out in the gutter. This is what is
known in the industry as "self-medicating."
Here's my bullet list of what I did last night:
We were supposed to go to the Naked
Angels reading series thing as well, but the play kinda went
on too long. I'm not sure what the theater folk get out of these
readings (though it did sound like there was a fair amount of schmoozing
going on), but I really like seeing this stuff, especially if it's
still an in-progress work. It doesn't really inspire me to write,
but it does please me in a way other types of performance don't.
I was nice'n'tipsy by the time I got home, and didn't mind that
nobody was there. In fact I slept like a baby until 4:45, when I
awoke, still alone.
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Tuesday, May 13,
2003 at 14:24:15 (EDT) |
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Ess Muss Sein
In the interest of full disclosure, I must lay some sad news on you
blog readers out there. My girlfriend is moving out. Effective June
1, she's moving into an apartment on the other side of the neighborhood.
She'll be moving all her stuff, all her books, her desk, her bed,
her TV, her mannequin. This is, unfortunately, no joke.
If this comes as a shock to some of you who know us in the flesh,
believe me, it's far more of a shock to me. Apparently I've been
a bit of a yogurt-head for the past months, and didn't see it coming.
I mean, like not at all. No clue. While I was aware that things
weren't perfect between us, I still considered our relationship
one of the better ones out there. Whatever the trouble, the one
thing I always assumed was the basic foundation of the relationship
itself. I was wrong to make this assumption, and now that relationship
is dissolving.
I'm not gonna bash her in this public forum; it would be unfair
and a little sadistic. But since I blog about my life, it's gonna
show up here from time to time, so I figure I might as well lay
the cards out somewhat. Normally, of course, my blogging is about
crap that pisses me off or crap I love. Now I'm in the unenviable
position of blogging about something that actually means something
to me, so I apologize in advance if my this starts to become a bit
tedious.
I haven't totally fallen apart yet, but it's probably in the mail.
The full expanse of this situation has yet to truly dawn on me,
but it's becoming more real with every hour. After she dropped the
bomb, we keep talking about it, but none of it seems to really be
happening. It feels like it's happening to a pair of people in an
alternate dimension, people who look like us but say and do things
I can't quite fathom. I tried the modes that present themselves
normally in a breakup: disbelief, anger, depression, whining, promises
that things could be better. It's not getting me anywhere. Her mind
is made up. I can't convince her to give the relationship 'another
chance' because the relationship is exactly what she needs to desert.
She says she's in a rut and must live independently. Again, I still
can't see these desires as existing outside of what we had, but
apparently she does and no amount of debate can change her mind.
If all of this sounds a bit cold, I know it does. I'm still sort
of in a daze, it doesn't seem like something that actually happens
to me. Or her. But it is happening and right now the only way I
can grasp it is to completely intellectualize it. I'm pretty sure
the gut-wrenching emotional turmoil is just around the corner. I
guess I should be glad in a way that what's happening is so unthinkable
I can't completely grasp it yet, or I might really blow a fuse.
I can't even feel angry about it, not for long anyway, because it
just keeps going over my head.
There is a psychological term I've always loved called "Analysis-Paralysis"
which is simply when a person, faced with too many possible decisions,
ends up unable to choose anything because the number of options
is overwhelming. I think that just about describes my state of mind
right now. Except I don't feel like I have any options to fret over.
In fact, I don't feel like I have any say in the matter whatsoever.
The decision was made without my knowledge, and delivered to me
long after I had the ability to influence it. It is perhaps this
realization, that something you've built up for many years can simply
be dismantled without your explicit agreement, that blows my mind
the most.
Despite this, I know I am also to blame here. I can be lazy, shortsighted,
oblivious, complacent, obtuse, judgmental. And as you can see here,
I'm not exactly the most passionate man you've ever met. I can think
of explanations for all of these and other flaws, but none excuses
them. Over the course of a long relationship, people necessarily
change unless they are really, really shallow. The two people who
go in on one end may come out the other unrecognizable. I don't
think that's happened here, but there is certainly some strange
new growth which blossomed recently that I took no notice of until
it was too late.
I'll try to keep this sort of thing to a minimum, but a blog is
nothing if not free therapy, so it's gonna show up. One also hopes
that I can stop writing such long blog entries, too, but for the
time being I gotta think of my own brain and not the needs of easily-distracted
web surfers. Soon enough I'm sure I'll be back blogging normal about
things like the strange proliferation of cats in my yard, or the
weird rash thing I've developed on my face.
And exciting stuff it is.
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Monday, May 12,
2003 at 15:18:17 (EDT) |
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The update with no panache
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