My favorite part of rehashing the past in that Throw Up post is that now I get to go through all the fun rejection emotions AGAIN.
Seriously, god? I mean, WTF? How is this doing anyone on the planet any good, making me a non-functioning mess? I'm supposed to be the super hero, and I'm crying because no one loves me? Wonder Woman doesn't cry about that. Or Catwoman.
Scarlet Witch does, but she's a pussy. And the most powerful being in the Marvel Universe, so she just waves her arm and kills the men who reject her love.
*Grin* Feeling better.
Replaced rejection with good-old-fashioned guilt for momentarily wishing revenge and regret and loneliness on a loved one. I'm comfortable in guilt. Jewish genetics and Catholic gradeschool trained me well.
Maybe I can get dressed now.