Tonight's photo. 2:15am. Late night dog walk. Bit rowdy out there with the bars letting out. I haven't been around that energy for while, so even from a distance, the drunken shouts were startling, though the drunken singing was funny.
The last few days I've been sitting with the strange sensation of breaking patterns of relating to people. I feel much more complete. As though I've regained parts of me that I used to look to others to validate. In fact, I needed other people to validate them so I could remember what they felt like, so no shame there. I'm just not in the same place anymore.
More on that later, after sleep. For now, I'll just say that I'm happy to relinquish the past to the past and see what comes in the future to replace the void created by the departure of unproductive and unhealthy patterns of relating to people.
M came over for dinner. We just talked about whatever and watched School of Rock on TV. Always good Friday night viewing. She'd never heard of this song. I have it, (actually, the whole album) in my MP3 player. You never know when you'll have a Tenacious D emergency.
They should add this song to every sex ed class in America. Truer words were never sung.
I'm sure you've heard it, but it never gets old. Instant classic: https://youtu.be/rvdYly4A5W0