Letting a week go in between tirades gives you some time to reflect...

...and realize that there's no way of looking at a hissy fit without it always looking like a hissy fit. I never really regret the things I say, because there's no point in doing so. It's not like you can take it back, and when the time machine gets built to let you go back in the time space continuum to allow you to do that sort of thing, you probably wouldn't. It would be occupied with much important matters like going back to see the precise moment when the yo-yo was invented or some other nonsense like that. All I'm saying, in mere observation that sounds profound...if you spent all your time surfing around in a time machine to fix all of your life's regrets, you'd surf forever and never get back home. Ask Scott Bakula how that feels.

Anywho, looking back at the previous weeks posts, I was genuinely upset and being genuinely upset, I vented. It was appropriate at the time. It isn't now. What is appropriate now is that do some house cleaning, regrouping, and moving the fuck on.

That certain friend that frequently will show up in my posts, as he did a few nights ago when I decided to throw a verbal hissy, met me up for coffee. It's a routine. Same bat time, same bat channel. The air is different from the last week we decided to visit.

Last week, we were both very angry and frustrated and there's no way we could change the topic of conversation without it rerouting back to original starting point. Flash forward to today, and clearly, we've done our fair share of reconciliation over our personal matters and the committee has decided that everything is going to be okay as long as we put on the agenda that we are working towards making everything be okay. Sounds like a good plan.

No doubt, there will realistically be some amount of backtracking and pitfalls, but forward progression is our direction so we'll just pick up where we left off after we just ourselves off. So it is written, so shall be done.

We decided to leave on that note before any other jangle could creep into the conversation. My mind hasn't waivered since I came home. Good and good. Check and check. Day by day.

-the end-