smibbo | Weekend

comorbid came up. Actually

ladylabyrinth and I kidnapped him. So totally worth the six hour drive.... we did unfortunately waste two hours of our weekend watching a hideous movie that I barely want to say the name of, and we did end up being terribly disappointed with the way certain events fell through BUT we had the immense pleasure of seeing the young man do interpretive dances and we ate pizza hut and watched his wonderful selections on DVD as well as finally got to hear his incredible DJ skillz. The man is an artist. Leaving was so sad... we just couldn't bear to go... walking out of the empty tiny apartment, knowing that within a few hours, he'd be deluged with screaming children and no privacy and no space and no way for us to hug him... argh it hurt like a mo'fo.

In fact, we got so down about it, we ended up nearly crying in the car on the way back home. We ended up talking about people we loved who were taken away before we were ready, spiritual thoughts that shore us up in dark times, being able to help each other but it's never enough and everyone we love being caught in a deep hole of devastating circumstances, YET we all keep plugging away - bearing it all until we are so sure one more negative consequence will break us, but it never does. I become curious; how is it I still have faith in this life? How do I keep plugging away and believing in my friends? How come I never fall to my knees and curse the universe for all its injustice?

Because I still have people like

comorbid,

ladylabyrinth,

cryptickisses,

satia,

the_yellow_king, and of course my precious

aka_baphomet to hold me up, share their lives and show me how they hold up as well through everything that happens to all of us. Watching everyone stay together, helping and being helped, and (as I may explain later) having someone as my gift or being someone elses gift; all this is how I can keep my chin up and keep walking towards my life with eyes open and fists up.