Twice a Fortnight

Friday, July 30, 2004

It has been 4 weeks since my last report from Bar Night at Paul's. Tonight would have been another drunken phone call, but after one pleasantly extended visit, one bad sense of direction, and one missing wallet, the night was called early and I only saw Paul's for about 27 seconds. No drunken thoughts tonight. Sorry.

There has been one holiday, a slew of birthdays (including mine), and a trip to Vegas and I've written nothing.

Call me H.R. Lameandstuff.

I sat down to write several times in the last few weeks but never was able to expound my thoughts well enough.

It's so much harder to write well about the good things in life. Isolation, pain, anger, loneliness, poverty...these are all emotions that pull honesty out of us and that we can relate to at some time or another. And writing about life in the dumps is both theraputic and relatively easy. We're born to complain. However, when life gets truly exciting, when you feel surrounded by great things, it is harrowing to try and express emotions without falling prey to cliche or petty sentimentalism.

Thus: life has been good for me lately. And in ways I had not hitherto understood as positive or that I could accept myself as capable of. Definitely nothing that a Hallmark Card could explain.

But I will attempt to describe the good things as they come...and in honest terms. Darkness may be (ostensibly) a lack of light, but light is not always a complete lack of darkness.