Oh hey, look at that- I initiated a conversation with Tagg again tonight. And I’m smoking again. And I find Paul pathetic in his handling of his break up with Leslie. And I learned today that I have been pronouncing Feynman’s name wrong for years.
Hu-fucking-zzah.
ADDENDUM: Okay, let’s clarify this one.
First, I realized I was being stupid and emotional and was entirely too hard on Tagg. I may not forgive him for the abruptness of our falling-out, but we did bounce back a bit this past semester. We’re nowhere near the friends we once were, but… shit, I guess that crap changes. We’ve had our moments that made me smile in the last few months. It’s up to me to accept that that’s the best I’ve got there and enjoy those times as they happen(ed) and not expect more. In conclusion, not really his fault, and my psycho-bitch rant was unwarranted.
Second… after spending a week freaking out about going to a psychologist, actually going there, dealing with my family, and job hunting… fuck it all, yeah, I smoked again. Deal with it.
Third. Wait, no, I have no clarification there. Still think that shit’s ridiculous. They were dating a month. He’s too damn sensitive (major boner killer on my end).
And finally, I can now pronounce my primary god’s name properly, so we’ll ignore my mistakes in the past.
