Since I’ve gone to the effort of posting I should probably do an update dump sort of thing that I seem to do occasionally as if someone is listening. On the other hand more people might listen if I’d do them the courtesy for updating regularly.
Since in general I only post when stressed, upset, alienated or in some other way need a release one could interpret my silence for the last month as “wow it’s nice to know Todd is doing so well”. This would probably be the incorrect way of interpreting the event.
So on St. Patrick’s Day I turned 35. I didn’t really have the emotional resources to deal with it. I’ve been running on low if not empty for a long while now. I managed to arrange a work happy hour down at the Bricks because the idea of being alone was just too depressing. It was a decent enough time, even got Doug out (and the bastard bought me a lemon drop in the name of tradition). Got way too drunk. And there’s photographic evidence, very disturbing.
Had my party on the 25th and everything went according to plan. It was an enjoyable enough time all said but for me personally I contained a number of disappointments. In order:
A few hours before the beginning the party my friend of 5+ years who I was kissing in January and decided we couldn’t date (See February Post) (Here after referred to as M) emailed me to say she couldn’t make it with no elaboration. You will recall the tangible, measurable version of her promise to continue to be my friend took the form of promising to come to my party. Her choice not to come in all likelihood spells the practical end of our friendship. Not a big fight end, but an allowing it die on the vine. Our friends in common in the local area have dwindled to near nothing. Since she won’t accept invitations to talk to her in the hopes of normalizing our friendship, and she won’t come to parties as she’s done since I’ve known her, I can’t guess when or if I’ll ever see her again. I sort of think I should write a goodbye letter, but so far I’ve resisted. I did respond to her email that I was disappointed that she couldn’t make it. I wanted to write that I was disappointed that she chose not to come, but that still seemed like a tactical error.
At the party itself this was certainly the first party with no representation from either The Motley Fool era of my life or the AU era of my life (discounting Bo). I seriously considered ending the institution, but I don’t think I have the heart for it. The whole thing made me feel old, tired and alone.
I don’t want to take away from those who did show up we had a lovely time but the above meta-issues had me too close to collapse throughout the whole night. I stayed remarkably sober, because I lacked the strength to be drunk, it probably would have been ugly.
Bo left for El Salvador Sunday morning at like 5am or something. I should email him about the hot water heater exploding. Not sure that it significantly affects him but it seems appropriate.
Only other interesting thing that I can recall is that my cherry blossom tree (or close enough) started dropping its petals a couple of days ago. My street is lined with them and with them all falling it has a very snowfall like effect.
Life