A Satisfactory Result 16 April 1999

11:40 AM: The best part was, it wasn't dramatic. No swelling music on the soundtrack, no heart pounding, no brain lock. It just felt ... good. After all and all, the main truth about Mary was that I've known her for more than 20 years, and it'd been far too long.

Or, just about long enough. Duh me, forgetting that other people's lives move on too. Ten years has been long enough for both of us to make some pretty gigantor mistakes, it turns out, and nothing like mistakes to make a person sympathetic toward stupid behavior. So the context wasn't wronger-wrongee anymore, or stalker-stalkee. Just folks.

Kinda not so young folks, too, yikes. Nothing like seeing someone whose face you know intimately, after long absence, to make you realize the passage of time. And that I can try and kid myself as much as I like, but the road marks of that passage are undoubtedly just as visible on me to all these dang fool kids around here. And you know what? Damn it was good to be hanging out with somebody nearly my age who wasn't an alien, for a change.

This gets to be a different story now. Yay.

3:10 PM: Don't get the idea that I'm some kind of happy fuckin camper here, though. Argh. It's still a big vacuum out there. And this stupid software is still possessed by demons.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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