I'm so bored of cowards who say they want love, but can't handle it.

Last night I had three back-to-back conversations, all with people who are close to me, all with me speaking in stream-of-consciousness anxiety analysis. I should also add at this point that I had taken two doses of melatonin at 8:30 pm, so I may have appeared more lucid than I was, which is not to say I'm disowning anything I said (which would be flat-out lying), but more that the filter between words appearing in my brain and words that flow out of my mouth as if some great truth, was missing. Sometimes I like that. Here's what I remember though.

The first person said, "well, I wasn't going to say [you're being a dramaqueen], but since YOU did...."
The third person said, "God, you overanalyze so much."
My man Damon in the middle said nothing but "I feel you."

Sometimes you need all three though. You need the folks who listen to your crazy rants and genius lifeplans constructed in a split second in the bathtub and let you get them out of your system, but sometimes you need those folks to lovingly express that while I'm not actually crazy, I could stand to calm down a little. And maybe breathe.

( yes, raymond, but what did you do with your weekend? )

One bright morning, when this life is over, I'll fly away.

I realized my last post may have inaccruately indicated that I wasn't doing well. Actually, I'm having a great Monday morning. And my overall state of being is not so bad either. I mean, sure I've been better, but I've also been worse and I don't like to say things like that anyway because it's just asking the universe to make things worse anyway. And for some reason I'm thinking of this story about a store clerk who when someone responded to the "how-are-you?" banter with a comment about this is the only life they had, the clerks said, yeah, but isn't one enough?

Yes, yes it is.

This intro isn't making much sense though I swear it does in my head. I'm really posting to just document some recent astrological updates that are frighteningly accurate. As usual. One would think at some point they'd stop being so scary to me, but frankly I enjoy the shock, so no. No, they won't.

( the gospel according to beliefnet and astrocenter )

Your flesh is so nice.

I just read this action-alert press release that said this:
On June 10, the high court of Ontario, Canada's most populous province, ruled that the exclusion of same-sex couples from civil marriage infringes human dignity, harms families, and violates the constitution. The court ordered an immediate end to this cruel discrimination.

Cruel discrimination? C'mon now. That seems a bit lofty. We're not talking about physical torture or imprisonment or other things that can be more accurately described as "cruel".

I'm experiencing an intense post-lunch-sleep coma. Or at least the desire to be in one, since I'm obviously not typing and dozing at the same time. I just had a flash of a line from Buffy when someone tells Giles to be careful or one day he'd wake up in a coma. Indeed.

It's all quiet on the livejournal front. So sad.