one more, sorry
And I don't wanna fight anyone, and any blame I did have for anyone but myself... well, it had to fade *before* I could even reach this stage of grief. But a lot of people involved in this on several different scales can be REALLY hard to get social signals or closure out of, and... I don't know what else to do but flail and fumble and allude and post song lyrics like a frustrated teenager.
Hence the desire to morph into a housecat, find a nice shoebox, and hide indefinitely.
one more, sorry
@zebratron2084 if you were here I’d drag your protesting ass out to the dance floor and make your fears vanish into sweat
one more, sorry
I wish Peggy were here. She'd be completely indifferent to my social woes, and that would actually be pretty therapeutic, because the indifference tends to rubs off and she's just so goddamn cute about it. :) Also, there would probably be petting and adorable rumbling noises, plus being mauled by a feisty dragon is a much more direct and fully comprehensible, thus desirable, pain than the sort I'm feeling tonight. :)