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As you can see, it was a somewhat emotional weekend. :P
This whole bronchitis thing is a yo-yo, and I keep feeling better and worse. I'm on medicine now, but my coughing fits are going up...so generally my tolerance for things is just going down. I'm tired all of the time, headaches come and go and I'm trying not to let it bother me, but my mood in general has just deteriorated. I wish this would go away, I've been dealing with this for about two weeks now. Wah wah wah.
About the *last* entry, I regret posting it because it was admittedly pretty typical as far as drama goes, and embarrassing to both parties involved...me because I'm airing dirty laundry in one of the worst ways you can do it and well, it's pretty easy to see why the other doesn't like it. It should have remained between us, but I *needed* to vent. I don't believe in deleting entries, because it's not honest, and people should see my vast hypocrisy and suckiness when it erupts this way. ;) Still, apologies are necessary. So I'm sorry.
Over the weekend, Rozberk came down so I hung out with him on Saturday (mostly). When a showing of "Farenheit 9/11" went bust, we went to Crystal's place and watched a DVD of Michael Jackson's #1 videos, which...was surprising. You know, when you get right down to it, good ol' Mike just made *great* music. Yeah, he's weird, yes his association with children is questionable (and downright creepy any way you slice it), the whole skin disease thing is kind of unbelievable, and he's sunken into a sideshow attraction instead of a legitimate musician. I really wish this didn't negate the fact that for about 16 years (1979 - 1995, perhaps) he made incredibly *solid* music and developed an innovative style that will affect the music world for years to come. I feel sorry for him that he'll likely be more remembered for everything else, because his music is something that should be recognized a lot more than it is.
Anyway, we watched "Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter" afterwards, and it was quite sufficiently bad. There's just something about a Mexican flag hat outfitted with neon and a Jacob's ladder that's...inherently funny. Oh yes. "Funny" as in "painful". Came home, went to WalMart to get some toiletries with Crystal, and some Disney movies, and came home again. To sleep.
On Sunday I finally managed to see "Farenheit 9/11" and I'll be writing a bit more about it later. It made me all emotional and stuff; one of the most tragic things I can ever witness is the horrible things people do to each other. It doesn't matter the context of what's being shown for me; there is no belief in the world that could possibly justify burning people to a crisp, maiming people, beheading, whatever. Suffering is suffering, and both sides are causing it. That's a fundamental thing...and the most affecting bits of the movie had nothing to do with Moore. This whole situation is causing an awful lot of suffering, on any side, and we should honestly be asking ourselves if it's worth it. If you believe it is, then fine, I won't beat you or anything. I'll disagree, but...the important thing is we're *asking* the question.
Yes, I got suckered into talking about it when I didn't want to anyway. But this movie is important. The jaded reactions people are giving in response to this bothers me more than anything. I'm too close to it not to take it seriously. <:) Anyway...I wrote the rest of the day, talked to a few people, hung out with a couple of people, and then went to bed. And coughed a lot, then woke up. Blargh. And now I'm here, in a bit of a mood. The roughest bit of my whole spiritual path thing is learning to accept yourself even when you don't like it at the moment. The more you're able to take the worst parts of yourself in stride, the better you'll be able to deal with the worst parts of other people. That's the theory anyway.
This whole bronchitis thing is a yo-yo, and I keep feeling better and worse. I'm on medicine now, but my coughing fits are going up...so generally my tolerance for things is just going down. I'm tired all of the time, headaches come and go and I'm trying not to let it bother me, but my mood in general has just deteriorated. I wish this would go away, I've been dealing with this for about two weeks now. Wah wah wah.
About the *last* entry, I regret posting it because it was admittedly pretty typical as far as drama goes, and embarrassing to both parties involved...me because I'm airing dirty laundry in one of the worst ways you can do it and well, it's pretty easy to see why the other doesn't like it. It should have remained between us, but I *needed* to vent. I don't believe in deleting entries, because it's not honest, and people should see my vast hypocrisy and suckiness when it erupts this way. ;) Still, apologies are necessary. So I'm sorry.
Over the weekend, Rozberk came down so I hung out with him on Saturday (mostly). When a showing of "Farenheit 9/11" went bust, we went to Crystal's place and watched a DVD of Michael Jackson's #1 videos, which...was surprising. You know, when you get right down to it, good ol' Mike just made *great* music. Yeah, he's weird, yes his association with children is questionable (and downright creepy any way you slice it), the whole skin disease thing is kind of unbelievable, and he's sunken into a sideshow attraction instead of a legitimate musician. I really wish this didn't negate the fact that for about 16 years (1979 - 1995, perhaps) he made incredibly *solid* music and developed an innovative style that will affect the music world for years to come. I feel sorry for him that he'll likely be more remembered for everything else, because his music is something that should be recognized a lot more than it is.
Anyway, we watched "Jesse James Meets Frankenstein's Daughter" afterwards, and it was quite sufficiently bad. There's just something about a Mexican flag hat outfitted with neon and a Jacob's ladder that's...inherently funny. Oh yes. "Funny" as in "painful". Came home, went to WalMart to get some toiletries with Crystal, and some Disney movies, and came home again. To sleep.
On Sunday I finally managed to see "Farenheit 9/11" and I'll be writing a bit more about it later. It made me all emotional and stuff; one of the most tragic things I can ever witness is the horrible things people do to each other. It doesn't matter the context of what's being shown for me; there is no belief in the world that could possibly justify burning people to a crisp, maiming people, beheading, whatever. Suffering is suffering, and both sides are causing it. That's a fundamental thing...and the most affecting bits of the movie had nothing to do with Moore. This whole situation is causing an awful lot of suffering, on any side, and we should honestly be asking ourselves if it's worth it. If you believe it is, then fine, I won't beat you or anything. I'll disagree, but...the important thing is we're *asking* the question.
Yes, I got suckered into talking about it when I didn't want to anyway. But this movie is important. The jaded reactions people are giving in response to this bothers me more than anything. I'm too close to it not to take it seriously. <:) Anyway...I wrote the rest of the day, talked to a few people, hung out with a couple of people, and then went to bed. And coughed a lot, then woke up. Blargh. And now I'm here, in a bit of a mood. The roughest bit of my whole spiritual path thing is learning to accept yourself even when you don't like it at the moment. The more you're able to take the worst parts of yourself in stride, the better you'll be able to deal with the worst parts of other people. That's the theory anyway.
