Dave's Id Dance
May. 20th, 2006 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerY'know, I've tried to make it a point over the years to not talk much about my exes with the girl I happen to be dating at the time. Like, I generally tried to avoid talking about Tammy while I was with Misty. And I tried to not talk about Misty while I was seeing Kristen. And of course, I failed at this much of the time, since they were so heavily on my mind and I wasn't yet over them. Now I am.
But one thing I've noticed about myself when I'm talking with Bloo, or hell, most anybody else, for that matter? I find that I keep talking about Dave.
I mean, what he did still bothers me on a daily basis. There doesn't seem a day that goes by that I don't think about it, however briefly. See, here's the thing-- I'm a much better, happier, healthier person without him, without his neediness and his bitterness and his anger. He was a shit best friend, always taking more than he gave, never sharing, never interested in anything unless it directly involved him, and as a result, I don't miss him. There's not much to miss.
But for all that, he was a funny son of a bitch. And while he never was there to give me any of the real substance of what friends are for, he always could make me laugh. He left me with memories of two years' worth of tomfoolery and utter geekery. And when such a memory occurs to me when I'm talking with Bloo, it's usually so good that I can't help but recall it. Everytime I watch Futurama and see Bender, I can't help but think of him.
And while it doesn't bug me that much, I don't especially care to see his posts on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scans_daily, where we're both still contributing members, ignoring one another like total strangers.
Oddly enough, I told Tammy about this. She pointed out that it's only understandable that he should still be under my skin, since it's only been, what, three months since we parted ways. She said it's ok, and that it'll take time. Tammy, of all people. It's oddly fitting. And she's right, of course. I've figured that much out by now.
Meantime, Bloo and I have come up with the best Halloween idea ever. We're gonna be the Joker and Harley Quinn. By way of the Dresden Dolls. She's already thinking up ways to re-imagine Harley with touches of Cabaret, Tank Girl, and Tim Burton, while I'm gonna go for Alex Ross' version of the Joker. She'll even come here from Chicago so we can hit up a Halloween party with the Rudes or somebody. OR, mayhaps, I'll simply have to host a party at my house! *rubs hands together evilly*
But one thing I've noticed about myself when I'm talking with Bloo, or hell, most anybody else, for that matter? I find that I keep talking about Dave.
I mean, what he did still bothers me on a daily basis. There doesn't seem a day that goes by that I don't think about it, however briefly. See, here's the thing-- I'm a much better, happier, healthier person without him, without his neediness and his bitterness and his anger. He was a shit best friend, always taking more than he gave, never sharing, never interested in anything unless it directly involved him, and as a result, I don't miss him. There's not much to miss.
But for all that, he was a funny son of a bitch. And while he never was there to give me any of the real substance of what friends are for, he always could make me laugh. He left me with memories of two years' worth of tomfoolery and utter geekery. And when such a memory occurs to me when I'm talking with Bloo, it's usually so good that I can't help but recall it. Everytime I watch Futurama and see Bender, I can't help but think of him.
And while it doesn't bug me that much, I don't especially care to see his posts on
scans_daily, where we're both still contributing members, ignoring one another like total strangers. Oddly enough, I told Tammy about this. She pointed out that it's only understandable that he should still be under my skin, since it's only been, what, three months since we parted ways. She said it's ok, and that it'll take time. Tammy, of all people. It's oddly fitting. And she's right, of course. I've figured that much out by now.
Meantime, Bloo and I have come up with the best Halloween idea ever. We're gonna be the Joker and Harley Quinn. By way of the Dresden Dolls. She's already thinking up ways to re-imagine Harley with touches of Cabaret, Tank Girl, and Tim Burton, while I'm gonna go for Alex Ross' version of the Joker. She'll even come here from Chicago so we can hit up a Halloween party with the Rudes or somebody. OR, mayhaps, I'll simply have to host a party at my house! *rubs hands together evilly*
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Date: 2006-05-20 06:23 pm (UTC)Posit: When you like and trust someone, you feel safe confiding your troubles in them.
Ergo: You confide your troubles in the people you date.
Dave is what's bugging you now. Hence you're talking to Bloo about him. Don't stress it. Ask
Poster girl for marriage, yep, that's me. :)
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Date: 2006-05-21 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-21 06:10 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm the one who made it, and it fucking scares *me*. The very concept of body snatchers is one that seriously gets under my skin. Both the original and this remake are brilliant, and frankly, I have no desire to see either one again.
I also have it because it's Sutherland. It's his world, we're just living in it.
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Date: 2006-05-22 02:42 am (UTC)"Shun the non-believer! Shuuuuun! Shuu-uuhhh-uuun!"
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Date: 2006-05-22 05:07 am (UTC)