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Jul. 10th, 2005
My continuing education
Jul. 10th, 2005 01:53 pmSo I skipped my meds last night, so that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
buffalogal and I could have some night-time-play-time together, without me crashing. The play-time was very good, but I could not sleep at all last night. I stayed up till about 8:00 this morning.
I watched DVDs all night. One of the movies I watched was Chasing Amy. Its been a long while since I have seen this, or any Kevin Smith movie, as I feel I should only watch them when Conor is asleep -- and lately I have been falling asleep shortly after, or even before him. I still like Kevin Smith as a writer, but I dunno... as good as he is, I think I am outgrowing him.
After Chasing Amy, I was looking at our DVD collection, and was surprised at all the movies that have drama-ridden, angsty love stories in them. I think after Chasing Amy, I am good for angsty, drama-ridden love stories for a while. So Moulin Rouge, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, Romeo & Juliet, Braveheart, and quite a few others will remian unwatched for the time being. I never realized just how much relationship disasters drive my entertainment.
I can understand the source of these stories, I mean more relationships fail and end bad than succeed and continue or end well I think. Just the way of things. I am very fortunate withbuffalogal we have a great relationship. Sure there are troubles at times, but never the kind of troubles that are accompained with feelings of doom and world-ending, sky-falling emotional situations.
I was realizing last night, that my wife never knew the "low self-esteem" version of me. She met me when I had grown a brand-new spine. But I still have issues that carry over from that. From Kindergarten to my Senior year in High-School, what self esteem I DID have at age 5 was constantly chipped away, and rarely if ever built up.
I was a mess. Funny thing is, it took an angst-filled, drama-ridden romantic situation to blow up in my face as the ipetus to grow this spine.
It was around that time that I started going by the name of "Tadhg" instead of "Christopher". In a sense, I was remade. Tadhg is the guy with a spine. Christopher was the embryo that was eventually born as Tadhg.
The past seven years have been the best of my life. And they keep getting better.
buffalogal and I could have some night-time-play-time together, without me crashing. The play-time was very good, but I could not sleep at all last night. I stayed up till about 8:00 this morning. I watched DVDs all night. One of the movies I watched was Chasing Amy. Its been a long while since I have seen this, or any Kevin Smith movie, as I feel I should only watch them when Conor is asleep -- and lately I have been falling asleep shortly after, or even before him. I still like Kevin Smith as a writer, but I dunno... as good as he is, I think I am outgrowing him.
After Chasing Amy, I was looking at our DVD collection, and was surprised at all the movies that have drama-ridden, angsty love stories in them. I think after Chasing Amy, I am good for angsty, drama-ridden love stories for a while. So Moulin Rouge, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, Romeo & Juliet, Braveheart, and quite a few others will remian unwatched for the time being. I never realized just how much relationship disasters drive my entertainment.
I can understand the source of these stories, I mean more relationships fail and end bad than succeed and continue or end well I think. Just the way of things. I am very fortunate with
buffalogal we have a great relationship. Sure there are troubles at times, but never the kind of troubles that are accompained with feelings of doom and world-ending, sky-falling emotional situations.I was realizing last night, that my wife never knew the "low self-esteem" version of me. She met me when I had grown a brand-new spine. But I still have issues that carry over from that. From Kindergarten to my Senior year in High-School, what self esteem I DID have at age 5 was constantly chipped away, and rarely if ever built up.
I was a mess. Funny thing is, it took an angst-filled, drama-ridden romantic situation to blow up in my face as the ipetus to grow this spine.
It was around that time that I started going by the name of "Tadhg" instead of "Christopher". In a sense, I was remade. Tadhg is the guy with a spine. Christopher was the embryo that was eventually born as Tadhg.
The past seven years have been the best of my life. And they keep getting better.
