media, mh, mood (-)
OK, I knew watching Season 1 of True Detective was gonna be a whole different experience when I was actually living in Louisiana.
But I didn't expect to identify quite so much with Rust Cohle this time around. Gee, maybe the last couple of years did even more damage than I thought.
Guess it's time to pick up some Thomas Ligotti and finally embrace my Inner Nihilist fully—because aside from Peg, Parallax, and sticking around long enough to help give my parents a good comfortable death someday, what the fuck else is really left, that isn't just a passing distraction? Just like the good Mr. Cohle, I don't think I can believe in community ever again.
re: media, mh, mood (+)
Peggy has, quite indirectly, reminded me that a cool dragon, a world to grow and share, and loving parents are a fucking hell of a lot more than Rustin Cohle ever had in his poor miserable life.
So I'm dropping the Misery Chick self-pity act for now, fuzzling said dragon, and getting back on with my evening. I guess the old regrets just got to me again. Sorry 'bout that. =n_n;=
But I'm probably still gonna read me some Thomas Ligotti. And I still really miss getting hugs from people I'm not actively dating. Or having the faintest shred of security I have any place in their emotional lives.
re: media, mh, mood (+)
@zebratron2084 *hugs if wanted, though sadly digital*