Big Mistake

Never overestimate you own mental fortitude. A few days ago I was as happy as a clam. Now I'm distracted, and panic-stricken to see months of therapy, spiritual counselling, dreamboat relationship, hell-cursed relationship, pneumonia, general suffering followed by affirmation, and all the wonderful and healing times I had with old friends and new friends dwindle away in my clutching hands! It's a terrible thing to see again that there was, indeed, a reason why an asshole won your heart, once upon a time. What a great thought experiment it is, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Are we so damned to keep making the same mistake over and over again? And is this poor tragedy actually the greatest romance possible for the human insect, as the movie would imply?