Life is full of phases. If you mesh well with a particular phase its easy to forget that things will eventually change.
If you’re not happy with the current phase, you learn to take it head on and you Do eventually get over it.
Then you forget that new phases come along, maybe one you dislike more than the one you just successfully got over.
And it all goes in circles and goes on and on and never ends and is an infinite cyclic event.
I’ve gotten used to a shitty two hour commute every morning, to classes I shouldn’t need to retake, and living like a bum whose only nourishment is dehydrating alcoholic drinks, bad coffee and the luxurious easymac or cupnoodle item.
I learned to accept this phase, and it has gotten to be pretty normal and Alright – because the house I returned to every day was full of Good People.
Today the Last Russian left, and tomorrow my Brother leaves.
It will only be I and the Indian from Detroit, starting tomorrow, in this empty house. For three, long, weeks.
It feels horribly melancholic and fills me with a sense of dread I thought I had already gone over Last Time Around.
Oh life. Its such a clever beast, reminding me of its unpredictable ways of mental manipulation.
And the beauty of it, of course, is that I do it all myself. In my mind.
Its so fucking ridiculous.
But then again, as I just wrote, these are phases.
I hope this new one brings some sense of Alright my way.
