You made me happy every single day, but now I've got to go away!
I am rather extremely dissatisfied with my life right now. I'm trying to figure out why so I can fix it and thus be somewhat happy again. It has something to do with the showing of Rocky Horror that I recently attended with people that I consider to be good friends. I felt uncomfortable and out of pace all night. Rocky Horror, for me, is something special that isn't about how hot you are or how talented you are - it's about being yourself and having fun and making a fool of yourself. I just couldn't enjoy it like that this time, because all they said all night was "Damn! Look at how hot we are!"... except that I didn't feel "hot" - I felt uncomfortable and out of place. You can tell in the pictures. There is just such a disconnect between how I see the world and how all of them see the world.
As we were getting ready, we were watching Taken - which I had never seen before. As it came to the big final battle where Liam Neeson is badass and kills everyone in order to save his daughter, I got increasingly uncomfortable. There was a point where he injured someone enough that he could have gotten away and kept moving, and instead took the time to kill the man even though he had a wife and children waiting for him (which had been stated in the movie). In true Maery fashion, I yelled at Liam Neeson not to kill him because he had children. Isabel gave me her utter-disgust-with-how-awful-you-are face and said something along the lines of "I don't fucking care. He's evil." I left it at that because Isabel could probably kill me if she wanted to, but it bothered me for awhile. Obviously, it is still bothering me since I'm writing about it here. The fact that he was still human and still had a life worth living rung so true in my heart that I couldn't understand how they didn't agree with me, but then I think about how elated everyone was when Osama bin Laden died and I'm shocked at how bloodthirsty Americans are when it comes to those deemed "evil". Then again, I've always loved the darker characters in books...
On a completely unrelated and entirely lighter note, Weird Al Yankovic's mother is named "Mary Elizabeth" and it makes me really happy.
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I had no idea I was such a cruel presence in your life. I'm sorry.
If you're who I think you are, you are not a cruel presence. It was a moment, it is in the past, and it is fine, because you are a wonderful person and i'm very glad we're friends.
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