Room
damian said something really wise last night.
we were on his back stairs, talking about relationships, and the migration of anger to sorrow, and the strange confluence of events that roiled the social scene last year. zay was there, kind of drunk, and he was speaking freely about what he sees in me and what he sees in madhavi.
i felt a bit twisted up. mo was visiting from portland and that reminded me of how much i miss having her around. especially in the light of deep mission arms being filled with boxes. damian's practically out the door to new york and i needed to say goodbye.
i said, in response to zay, that i was happy but was having a hard time feeling happy.
damian said, "people talk about giving sorrow and grief room. no one talks about giving happiness room. you just need to give your happiness room."
i'm really going to miss him. over the past few years damian has become one of my most trusted friends. i've lived in his home. we've squared off against dark days together. we've caused havok in unison. he's pushed me in the ways i need to be pushed. i love him.
so yes, i just need to give my happiness room. thanks damian. bon voyage.
i'll miss standing around on the back stairs, telling you how i really feel.
I was going to mention how gay this post is, but then I thought maybe I'd better not.
I don't even know you!
there was a whole love chain through all of you guys, which would have almost come to full circle if you had just hooked up with joy or something like that. but then you ruined it.
yes. i am a spoil sport. you will have to hook up with joy.
but that wouldn't complete the love chain circle. i see you don't understand love at all. i hereby sentence you to three weeks of watching the E! channel.
crap. i hate E! except for the bio they did of David Hasselhoff. that was good.