I think I finally had my Big Chill moment tonight. If you don't know what that means, it's not my problem. Get your punk millennial ass to Google. :p
As is only appropriate, it was honest, raucous, witty, nostalgic and deeply melancholy. And it makes the last few years of my life feel like... to borrow a phrase... I just got a really good deal on a used car.
That car's long since been driven into scraps, and I feel like so have most of the friendships I carted around in it. Way back when.
casual blasphemy; implied anti-divine-canid violence
Just... fuck you, Coyote. You were right about everything. Absolutely everything in that goddamned prophecy came true, and I wish I'd savored that last day in Space while I could. I really thought it would be coming back to me someday. But you were right, and you are a good trickster and a noble trickster, and fuck you your mangy ass a million times until you're as dead as this world you snicker at.
casual blasphemy; implied anti-divine-canid violence
Don't get me wrong, this is all the consequence of an evening out that was really, really great on its own merits. But yeah. Big revelatory holes were punched into something that I was REALLY hoping to pretend hadn't been hollow for years.
I'm going to be coughing up little sadness hairballs for a few days, probably. It's okay, I REALLY needed that trip to the vet, and much worse things would've happened had I not taken it.