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Happy Lunatics, and tired Darksides

Wound up calling Darkside, who was zonked from marathon gaming. He had the right words, as usual, to make me giggle about life. I'm always able to better articulate to him the things that I haven't yet been able to articulate to myself.

It's such a relief to finally realize that while I may be fundamentally a Lunatic, I am not fundamentally Hopelessly Screwed Up. It's amazing to realize that while yes, I have my share of oddities carried over from childhood, and while my early school career was as hopelessly awkward as you would expect when you import a kid raised without much in the way of peer socialization into the wilds of Elementary School, my utter inability to cope with high school and after was not due to that. High school saw me dealing with childhood and learning how to start coping with the real world while collecting an entirely new and different set of trauma. While it may happen to too many people, that was Not Normal. I had A Lot To Be Upset About. It's perfectly typical to develop insane-seeming coping mechanisms to deal with an insanely intolerable situation, and I'm healing.

I got to giggle about recent social developments, and go into a little detail about how I inadvertently helped someone cheat on their new monogamous partner. Yep, still bitter, though it's more of a habit of being Highly Annoyed. I still call highly unfair.

Yes, I really am lucky to have found a best friend who can whack me over the head with a textbook (lightly, not to cause concussion) when I really need it. I've expressed the same to said best friend. :)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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