stalkers readers may recall that I was supposed to have a date tonight. ArtGirl and I were supposed to go to see some band at some place.
Well, that didn't happen. The band wasn't going to start until midnight, and that was way too late for me, since I have to work in the morning. Plus, I never could get ahold of ArtGirl.
Tonight, I went to Rich O's and I held my breath for three hours. Then, at about 10:00, I breathed sweet refreshing air for about ten seconds. Then, I held my breath again.
For what it's worth, I will not apologize for things I cannot change. I've already done enough of that, and it's never done anyone a bit of good.
So my mood held fairly steady at content for most of the night. Maybe, there at the end, it might have jumped up a notch. Maybe.
But there was a brief period earlier when, for about ten seconds, I was filled with joy. That struck me as patently unfair, that something so trivial could affect me that much. I mean, I'm getting way more than I'm giving. The same thing happened last night. I got to be deliriously happy, and the best anyone else got was to have to put up with me.
It just doesn't seem right. I've felt guilty about it, a lot, over the past twenty-four hours or so.
You know what it's like?
It's like I'm a closeted gay guy in a men's locker room. Or a pedophile working as a janitor at an elementary school.
I'm enjoying my life way too much, and nobody is the wiser. I feel like I'm taking advantage of things. Taking too much advantage.
I do not like it, and I do feel guilty about it. But I will not apologize for things I cannot change.