Dec. 31st, 2002

damn damn DAMN this was an amazing night. My body felt like liquid tonight, I rode an amazing wave of songs on the dance floor. I was surrounded by skill and artistry and beauty. I daresay I broke a few hearts tonights, and I'm damn proud of it!

Ahem.

To clarify. I felt amazingly good. Dancing was solid, there were many familiar faces, and some old ones recently rediscovered. The malaise that had gripped me these past few months seemed to be slipping away. I was, and am, eagerly looking forward to this new year. For a new job. For a new me. For embracing the best parts of my life and breathing into them. For letting the things that don't matter (and there are so many of them) slide.

I have not been a decent human being this year. But that is going to change in 2003.

Take that!

Dec. 31st, 2002 07:50 pm
Park St. station was flooded today, so we all had to get off the train. I could overhear someone in a loud voice debating whether they should walk or stand. An older man next to me shouted out. "Quit talking about it and go already for christ sake. " I turned to him and said, "It's a free country, they can talk out loud all they want."

He seemed surprised that I spoke up. He begen to bluster on in a crochety way.

"Whatever," I told him. That seemed to end the debate.

I then decided, silently, to walk from MIT to Fugakyu.

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