Okay, here goes. Today started well- productive. I learnt new shit and did a small creative description exercise and life was good. Life is still good, by the way, don’t fret.
Then…then. Well. A friend called, we arranged a meeting up and I was so full of love and longing to be a part of that forever- how do you convey to someone how much you love them platonically? I think that that is a challenge far greater than a romantic relationship. Anyway, not long after another friend was ranting to me- I’m like a sponge so I kind of just absorb angstiness. I called him an idiot, which is not unusual and highly true, but then he rather creatively called me this:
“A murderous, sleep-deprived, fluffy rabbit who gives out offhand bitchy comments.”
I replied, “Pretty much.”
Again, how can even the best writers in the world convey the gratitude and love I hold for this friend? This is not a rhetorical question and if you have the answer I will goddamn pay for it.
Then, my dad put on P!nk’s Beautiful Trauma tour on Youtube and I tried so hard not to cry. To no avail. I got to her presentation about her little girl.
My mum asked me- the resident gay- if “being gay or bi or whatever is like P!nk” and I almost started crying again because it was the first time she had asked me anything even remotely about sexual its without shooting me down. I replied in an appropriate fashion- even quoting P!nk and George Michael. She didn’t appreciate it, but still. Celebrate the little victories. (Another thing my friend taught me.)
To sum it up, today was brilliant. I cried at least 4 times and I have never felt more refreshed and filled with love.
Thank you to all mentioned, you know who you are xX
Writing with Starlight 