chasing my tail
Random thoughts on this Feast of the Epiphany:
It’s not that I’m not over you. It’s that I’m not over being betrayed
hypothetical response to an ex-girlfriend, regarding the question as to why I haven’t hooked up with anyone in a long time
Here I am, thinking that I’ve made some progress, but perusing some old entries in my blog, I realize that I am still a nut case. I think the only real improvement is that I’m more amusing at parties. Though, usually at the expense of my dignity.
Crazy wild things are afoot. Only, if things follow the traditional pattern of my life, these things will remain tramelled only in my mind, and everyone will—rightly so—think I’m crazy.
Times like this make me think of Arthur Dent from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:
Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.
—from Life, the Universe, and Everything* by Douglas Adams
Stark raving insanity is oh-so-very tempting at this juncture.