I feel like I need to update.
Problem is, I don't have anything spectacular to report.
My time, since returning from Portland, has been fairly cerebral - more observing and feeling than interacting and doing.
I bet that sounds more melancholly than it feels.
I have something I should tell a friend of mine. My conscience carries a light burden by knowing what I know, but he would feel things he doesn't need to feel were he to know what I know. He can handle the truth, he just doesn't need to.
For a while, now, I've been making an effort to differentiate between the type of truth that is self-serving and the type that is vital and necessary. The issue isn't so much one of creating good as is it one of sparing the world of unnecessary evils.
There's nothing quite as desparate or fruitless as trying to control a person or situation that isn't yours to control.
I've decided, after talking to Benni that I won't subject myself to laser tattoo removal for the pieces on my back. I'm just gonna have them covered. I can't do it with the piece that I'd hoped, but, luckily, that original idea is able to be split into two pieces and placed on my left and right sides. Since the 2 characters are in opposition to eachother, placing them on opposite sides of my body could potentially tell the same story. It should also be able to flow with and be integrated into the cover up work on my back. Rollo (Mike Malone) is involved in the design process, though he will not be doing the piece himself. It's a story he's never worked with, but has always wanted to. Hey, if I can get the crazy old guy excited to design a new piece, I'd be a fool to walk away from the opportunity. Better still, for what I'd spend on laser removal, I can have the cover up done with change lest over.
So, yeah.
Cover letters, resumes.
Walking to get coffee and a paper.
The gym.
Talking to friends.
It may not be Space Mountain, but it doesn't have any drama attached.
It ain't love, but it ain't bad.
I have faith.
and
I also know where to find a sure-fire smile.
Yes, the boy is happy.
No complaints.
Maybe it's just tonight, but I have no complaints.
I can't remember the last time I was able to say that.
Problem is, I don't have anything spectacular to report.
My time, since returning from Portland, has been fairly cerebral - more observing and feeling than interacting and doing.
I bet that sounds more melancholly than it feels.
I have something I should tell a friend of mine. My conscience carries a light burden by knowing what I know, but he would feel things he doesn't need to feel were he to know what I know. He can handle the truth, he just doesn't need to.
For a while, now, I've been making an effort to differentiate between the type of truth that is self-serving and the type that is vital and necessary. The issue isn't so much one of creating good as is it one of sparing the world of unnecessary evils.
There's nothing quite as desparate or fruitless as trying to control a person or situation that isn't yours to control.
I've decided, after talking to Benni that I won't subject myself to laser tattoo removal for the pieces on my back. I'm just gonna have them covered. I can't do it with the piece that I'd hoped, but, luckily, that original idea is able to be split into two pieces and placed on my left and right sides. Since the 2 characters are in opposition to eachother, placing them on opposite sides of my body could potentially tell the same story. It should also be able to flow with and be integrated into the cover up work on my back. Rollo (Mike Malone) is involved in the design process, though he will not be doing the piece himself. It's a story he's never worked with, but has always wanted to. Hey, if I can get the crazy old guy excited to design a new piece, I'd be a fool to walk away from the opportunity. Better still, for what I'd spend on laser removal, I can have the cover up done with change lest over.
So, yeah.
Cover letters, resumes.
Walking to get coffee and a paper.
The gym.
Talking to friends.
It may not be Space Mountain, but it doesn't have any drama attached.
It ain't love, but it ain't bad.
I have faith.
and
I also know where to find a sure-fire smile.
Yes, the boy is happy.
No complaints.
Maybe it's just tonight, but I have no complaints.
I can't remember the last time I was able to say that.
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I thought I would be able to cut this cold off at the pass, but it's just getting worse.
I hope you are well. Thank you for all the sweet well wishes.