Postal

I am finally seeing why I
was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

I've always loved that song. Most of the Postal Service tunes are pretty cheery and uplifting in their own way.

Sarcasm is but one of the services we offer.

Y'know, when I embarked on this whole blog thing, I had these visions of daily posting like I once did. Alas, I lack the patience and discipline to do such things at this point in my life. I'm not being hard on myself. I realize that at various times in one's life, things are more difficult than they are at other times. This is one of those times when I'm through with men, and the solitude of being single is especially attractive.

Society seems to disagree with me, though, and I seem to be surrounded with people that feel that everyone who has the capability of maintaining sanity in a relationship should be in a partnership. I think it's all fueled by the gay wedding concept. Perhaps it's always been there, but it seems more prevalent now for some reason. I am atypical, I guess. I'm of the opinion that the whole gay wedding thing is just faggotry.

Perhaps it's because I'm doubting my own ability to be monogamous. Like the Noel Coward tune says, "Why should I?" The more I go through life, the more attractive serial monogamy seems. I can think of nothing more to say on that particular subject *shrug*

It's odd-I'm back to where I was in 1999, at least in mind-set. That was the moment that I first really started believing my own PR. Things happened in my life, and for a moment, the negatives were overwhelmed by positives. When my esteem is up, my life is golden, and it seems that I can accomplish anything. I'm in one of those strangely optimistic points in my life again, and all sorts of things are swirling about in my mind.

I'm tempted to duck out of Indianapolis and go elsewhere. I've got talents and skills that should suit me wherever I would want to be. Of course, I do have an odd attraction to this town, it's people, and the small cadre of friends I've acquired here. I also do have a certain loyalty to my work, though I can't entirely sort that out myself. I probably shouldn't, but I do. At the risk of sounding conceited, boys that are not ugly and are also mentally stable and able to carry on a conversation are really a rarity here. I feel like a big fish in a small bowl sometimes. I've met cute boys (and some boys that were formerly cute, but that's a different story) and I've met smart boys, but rarely do the two meet. I know these fellows are out there, but in the mean time, I keep hanging with these not so pretty ones who talk and cute ones who are truly vapid but I want to fuck.

The District sleeps alone tonight. The District rather enjoys it ;-)