Sunday, March 23, 2008
When everyone else has gone home...
I think this should be the title for a future autobiography of my life. For some reason in my head it fits, better than I think it should. It came from a bunch of dialog from a movie I watched the other night, which by the way was one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. Anyway, it plays off the fact that I am essensially depressed ninety percent of the time. And the number fluctuates up and down depending on who’s in town. Sure when I go out I put on a happy face and for the most part I am happy. When I’m with Mandy I smile constantly, she makes me happier than I’ve been in a long time. When I think of Sarah, I smile cuz I know that she thinks of me sometimes too. When I get a random phone call from Chrissy, it makes me think of the past, and how much I miss that. But the problem with me is exactly what the title mentions. How happy am I when "everyone else has gone home?" The truth of the matter is I think I’m getting better. I don’t have the huge bouts with self esteem anymore, I don’t go seeking affection in places that are not only risky but also detrimental to other relationships. I am able to be the confident person that I once was, instead of the shadow that became who I am. I laugh with people and in turn make them laugh. I cry at sad moments because they let me know I still care. I smile unexpectedly again, and I know that makes a difference. So I guess you can say I’m happy when everyone else goes home, but there still lies that seed of disent that can at any moment start to grow, and I know that someday it will again. I know that all of existence can come down to a simply seed. So I ask myself, do I nurture that seed, do I fertilize it till it consumes me agains? I don’t have an answer to that question, I have a solution, one that most won’t agree with but to me its finite. But we’ll see, we’ll see how the world plays out, I will miss everyone that have saved me. And I look forward to meeting those that will. So until then, I love you all, and I think about each of you more than you’ll ever know.
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