I had been in a bit of a mopey funk lately. The issues that had been plaguing me before my vacation, well, they're still there, but they have eased up a bit, which is a nice change. Yet in the little over a week since I have returned, a few more have surfaced.
For instance: Friend A told me a secret, and I promised, before hearing it, to keep it between the two of us. While the secret isn't about Friend B, it certainly concerns that person. And while this information would hurt Friend B, I think in the long run Friend B would be better off. I think Friend B needs to know, but I can't betray the trust of Friend A. Fucking moral dilemmas.
Despite these new struggles, I am doing okay. I've cleared the air with the involved parties (for the most part), and it seems everything will work out. Sure, this shit lingers, but I am pressing on. And I feel good about it.
Enough about my ongoing mental and emotional troubles. Here are a few observations and musings...
I read a story about a man in a New York jail who carried his own feces in his mouth. He later spit said feces in the face of a guard. This has got to be the single most disgusting fucking thing I have heard in a long long long long long time. And yet I find myself having to respect the guy's dedication. Keeping shit in your mouth just to piss off and gross out someone else? Though I would call it a Pyrrhic victory at best.
I'm getting really tired of seeing assholes walking around in funny hats.
Speaking of assholes, I saw one at Congress Square sans shirt. According to the thermometer in ol' Cab 24 the temperature was twenty-five degrees. What this guy was trying to prove other than he is an asshole the world may never know.
I was doing a crossword last night and "Marvy" was the clue for one of the answers. I figured it was a nickname for Marvin or some shit like that. Some jerk-off vaudeville performer or something along those lines. But, no, the answer was "neat-o." I am assuming "marvy" is short for "marvelous?" I have never ever ever heard anyone use marvy. It is true that I seldom hear "neat-o!" because I didn't grow up watching Ozzie and Harriet when it originally aired, but I am at least familiar with the saying. I suspect the creator, or cruciverbalist, is full of fucking shit.
"Feels like a spiky vagina."
- lady passenger to another lady passenger
Have a marvy day!
I'm friend 'B' aren't I? It's about my hair, isn't it? ISN'T IT!??!?
ReplyDeleteRight. It only concerns you because you don't have to look at it. Maybe if you tried this thing called a "mirror" there would be no need for this secret.
ReplyDeleteOh, jeez. What did I say about his hair, and how tipsy was I when I said it?
ReplyDeleteI think "What didn't I say about his hair?" would be more apt. And you were SUPER wrecked.
ReplyDeleteArchie, Jughead, and his ilk used to say "marvy" on occasion, as I recall. That's the only place I've ever seen it used.
ReplyDeleteRiverdale is the squarest place ever.
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