Oct 18 2005
My super-hero votes go to…
during immediate post-relationship insomina-trauma my ‘your absolutely fabulous’ votes go to:
- Rob: because he’s a boy with the gutsiness to double-cheek kiss british rugby players. Hooray for pluckiness!
- Raymond - for providing wacky overnight reading material to make me giggle, how does he find the time to be a ‘guru’, speak and code in multiple obscure languages, and dig up obscure, yet spookily sensible, sociological phenomena.
- M - for an outstanding, promptly delivered, 2 hour phone conversation that included gems like ‘insomnia makes things happen’ and wonderfully surreal details of M’s own passage through life followed by some subtly subversive plans for upcoming weekends. Hooray. I’m so lucky to know people who can understand what I’m saying through the sound of blubby-blubby-really-blubby-tears in a foreign accent over a cellular service. M’s the best.
- Drew - because he recommended the book on plastics in culture which impending post-realtionship insomnia will now give me time to read. He’s also aware of Spokane. Spokane is a mystery to me, maybe I should drive there one night and tell you all about it. What do you think, Spokane, land of mystery ‘exposed’?
- Sweety Mou: for suggesting a painting project and tackling the hug-over-7,000-miles-apart-over-the-internet challenge.
- 4 individuals who invited me out to dinner almost every evening this week. Maybe some of them want a complimentary painting to their own brief?
- The Gal who blames the full moon.
- The Posse who spontaneously arranged to chauffer me to a bar that sells good British beer for a mini party.
The goodness is I know that I can still ‘feel’ with the passion of a teenager. Years haven’t ‘numbed’ me with sensible, detached, reasonableness to being suddenly single. It would seem I’m not sensible by nature.
The badness is the extreme pain. I have no idea how long it will take to leave, let me sleep, be peaceful in myself again. I’m not Ms-bugger-up-your-life. Unfortunately I’m also not a bonus for a person that I became very attached to. Darn. C’est la vie. Maybe there’s a plucky person out there just waiting to have me bounce into their life and show them the joy of messiness. I’m off to try and sleep now, wish me well, I need your good thoughts…..
Wendy just-passed-the-life-is-more-bizarre-than-fiction-midnight-benchmark
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