I love my coping mechanism. After a wave of craving (food, drugs, alcohol), I calm down, listen to music, read a magazine, browse through a website and begin to dream all over again. What’s the worst that can happen? Everyone I love will be hacked to death. Yeah, that’s pretty rough. Or how about I become a paraplegic? Yeah, pretty goddamned awful too. I lose my job. Meh. I’ll find another.
In case I do, I think I’ll be absolutely fine.
For now, I am listening to Lou Reed on a very bad set of ear phones (my brand new cool ones I suspect, have been stolen). I feel pretty darned good for a Tuesday morning and I am looking forward to the movie I am going to watch on my laptop when I go home. I’m a little drunk with freedom.
Is it weird that I don’t care?