Melancholy

This is my fifth attempt at a blog.  I'm tired and have work in the morning so I'm going to monologue about Melancholia.

I'm feeling melancholy because I just had a fantastically awesome vegan dinner with my good friend Kathryn.  I hadn't seen her in nearly three months and I won't see her again until the holiday season.  Normally I don't get attached so strongly to people, but Kat's talked me through some rough shit this past year. From accepting my sexuality to a horrible fiasco involving a TA during the fall to rather misguided feelings toward a mutual friend, that hookeh has kept me on track.  And now I'm heading out to Washington and I don't have someone providing objective information.  Whether it be my friend Davi, who I've known since I was eleven, or Kat or our friend Alley, someone has always been there to talk me down or out of the wild notions that sometimes sweep me away.  And now, I'm on my own.  Hence, my melancholy.

Ok, maybe it didn't always work.  I'm stubborn to a fault when I want something that I want, and there have been times when even Davi couldn't talk me out of an idea once that had taken root.  Even when it was obviously bad, I ignored her and she has taken every opportunity after those situations to gloat about how she is always right.  Because she always is.  Always always.  

I've lost my thread, so that means it's time to shut it down for the night.  

But I will say, that this feeling will have passed by the morning.  Until I meet with the College Dems tomorrow night, when it starts all over again.  And then again on Friday, with my co-workers.  

I have sufficiently depressed myself.  I'm such a depressive.