Life is fucking strange, and it repeats itself.
Tonight at some point, I realized that I’d made a promise to myself once, a long, long time ago, never to allow myself to fall into a certain position ever again… yet I was in danger of doing just that — through no fault of anyone elses. But I had a think and I decided to keep my promise to myself and I did. And I feel good about it.
The older I get, the more heavily I value a couple things: 1) making promises to yourself when you decide that you’ve learned a lesson of some kind, and 2) being willing to risk what it takes to keep those promises, even years later when you’re cocky and maybe don’t think you need that fucking lesson anymore.
I feel generally happy. Yes, a little odd and a little wistful, mainly becuase my girlfriend is leaving in only a few days and I won’t get to spend much time with her before then… but there’s nothing to be done about that. A very nice day, though, all in all.
And my girlfriend’s dad is a very, very nice guy. He and I could hang out, I think. But when she reads that she’s going to get anxious or something. Heh… Sorry, you… 🙂 I like ‘im.