I started to write a post.
I was going to tell you of a lengthy and emotional discussion I had with Mark today in which he encouraged me to shut down this blog and move on to whatever the next thing in my life is supposed to be.
Mark loves me more than anything in this world, so know that his advice is probably good advice.
I started to write of my anger.
I started to write of my tears.
But then I realized . . .
Who the fuck wants to read that?
So I have decided to just swallow these feelings of incompetence and failure. I am going to chew and swallow and stuff this whiny-ass loser bullshit way deep down beyond the temptation of reverse peristalsis, and then I am going to smile and go about my day. I am going to go about my motherfucking day.
Vulnerable?
Not me.
Fuck you for even thinking it.
Fuck you.
See?
Smiling.
