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Getting drunk in the wild, wild wilderness with his buddies. And building a huge bonfire in the rain and such. More power to him, I suppose.
So my mother and I are going to eat a nice dinner and, I don't know, maybe watch a movie or something. And be inside and warm and not rained on (though, hey, they all drink enough that they don't notice the rain, so I guess being dry is irrelevant).
Yesterday, while in town fetching comics, I also stopped into Borders and bought the newest PostSecret book, A Lifetime of Secrets. Got the last one they had on the shelf!
I was flipping through it last night before I went to bed and came across two different folded slips of paper - they must've been written by the same person, the handwriting's the same (it also looks more like 'female' handwriting, but that's not necessarily true, since my handwriting looks more 'masculine'). The first says, "I always read these secretes hoping to find one about me. To know someone loves me. Nobody has..." Which is pretty sad (though I suspect a lot of people do the same), but at the same time, maybe it's not. It also means no one hates you enough to send in something harsh. (There are always those secrets about how much someone dislikes someone else, or has done something cruel.)
The second one's ripped - I don't know if that was intentional or if the paper was torn funny, or if someone went through and found it and ripped it, or what, of course - and says "----BYE this is me letting go" (which I'd be willing to bet was supposed to say "GOODBYE this is me letting go," but the first four letters are torn off).
Obviously, I don't know what's being let go of - the secrets, or something else entirely. Considering, though, Thursday and the decision I made ... probably made it years ago, really, and I know it'll probably be better for me in the long run, but it's hard, so I'd been unable to act upon before then, that one - the second - hit me hard, and I sat on the floor crying for about half an hour. (In that bizarre way where there aren't actually any tears... or maybe I'm just a non-leaky-eyes freak.)
But I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.
Both pieces of paper.
So my mother and I are going to eat a nice dinner and, I don't know, maybe watch a movie or something. And be inside and warm and not rained on (though, hey, they all drink enough that they don't notice the rain, so I guess being dry is irrelevant).
Yesterday, while in town fetching comics, I also stopped into Borders and bought the newest PostSecret book, A Lifetime of Secrets. Got the last one they had on the shelf!
I was flipping through it last night before I went to bed and came across two different folded slips of paper - they must've been written by the same person, the handwriting's the same (it also looks more like 'female' handwriting, but that's not necessarily true, since my handwriting looks more 'masculine'). The first says, "I always read these secretes hoping to find one about me. To know someone loves me. Nobody has..." Which is pretty sad (though I suspect a lot of people do the same), but at the same time, maybe it's not. It also means no one hates you enough to send in something harsh. (There are always those secrets about how much someone dislikes someone else, or has done something cruel.)
The second one's ripped - I don't know if that was intentional or if the paper was torn funny, or if someone went through and found it and ripped it, or what, of course - and says "----BYE this is me letting go" (which I'd be willing to bet was supposed to say "GOODBYE this is me letting go," but the first four letters are torn off).
Obviously, I don't know what's being let go of - the secrets, or something else entirely. Considering, though, Thursday and the decision I made ... probably made it years ago, really, and I know it'll probably be better for me in the long run, but it's hard, so I'd been unable to act upon before then, that one - the second - hit me hard, and I sat on the floor crying for about half an hour. (In that bizarre way where there aren't actually any tears... or maybe I'm just a non-leaky-eyes freak.)
But I feel a lot better about the whole thing now.
Both pieces of paper.
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