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january 16, 1996: unexpected solace
for some strange reason, today was a very good day. i can't really explain
it, nothing that good happened; nothing i wanted to develop developed;
nothing i wanted to go away went away.
it was good, in an unexplainable-it's-good-so-don't-question-it good way.
maybe it is because i am really thrilled that, in approximately 40 hours
from the time of typing (3 am tuesday morning, if you are curious) i will be
in san francisco, hanging out with my fabulous friend
kristin diamond, whom
i haven't seen in about a year.
kristin is probably the only person in the world, other than
yale weiner, who is no longer with us, who has
the amazing abililty to put things in perspective. i often need to
have things put in perspective. she has an uncanny amount of common sense,
and a real flair for knowing what to do and what to say, without coming off
as that type of person who knows that she has a real flair for knowing what
to do and what to say.
she held my hand the entire summer i studied for the bar, held my kleenexes
when i cried for a whole week when
my cat edward jumped out of my third story
alamo square apartment window, and completely understood why i had to call
her in the middle of the night when
john and i broke up. i owe a lot to
her.
maybe it was because melrose place was really good tonite. maybe it is
because i am now watching the banal aol chat room conversation being
displayed on my television set during mtv's
"singled out;" maybe it was because people were actually nice to me during
the geek radio show tonite, and everyone agreed that powermac 7500's are
truly wonderful machines and that apple does a nice job on repairing broken
computers.
maybe it is because i was shown two cool easter eggs from a guy who works in
the quicktime division of apple.
maybe it was because i received more fan mail than hate mail today.
(see,
i do read your letters).
maybe it was because anyone who had once started reading read me has since
stopped, so i can begin to be more brutally honest here and less fixated on
criticizing people whom i have no standing to criticize. maybe it was
because i looked again at cate corcoran's home page and that of her friend
kate, and was inspired. maybe it was because i had some fun today toying
with boys on
chat channels, one of my favorite
activities.
i'm not sure.
i was told that i need to make this text bigger. i love it when
constructive criticism is more constructive than it is criticism.
so, no
bitter, angst-ridden commentary today. i feel
happy that i have a couple
friends; i feel content that i will find some
job and some apartment, and not necesarily the perfect job and the perfect
apartment, and i feel hopeful that things can only get better. how very
pollyanna.
perhaps i am misguided,
out of touch, and completely stupid to be
happy. well, it is a nice change.
tomorrow, i will probably be bitter again.
but maybe not.
or, if you must, back to Rebecca's Revenge
Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com