From: thespian@noncomf.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (Stephanie M. Clarkson)
Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: Re: How depressing!
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 93 23:28:31 EST
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Organization: darkpark

pmarlowe@noncomf.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca (philip marlowe) writes:
 
((why would a))

> strong, happy individual such as yourself select alt.angst?
 
hmmm...just because a person is strong, or because they're happy, 
doesn't/shouldn't mean that their life is not angstful...even so, during 
my non-angstful periods, I like to read alt.angst in the hopes that 
*maybe* I've lived through the experience and can offer advice...I've 
found that when the advice is good, or is even just a shoulder to cry on, 
angsters are receptive to it.  Admittedly, alot of people are here to 
just whine, but I'd say my closest net.friends came out of alt.angst...
 
Another reason could be akin to this:  I am happy right now, for the 
first time in my life, I am really happy, instead of just sort of 
positive-noncommittal.  Last weekend I had to live with one of those 
people you meet and want to rip thier throats out for four days, I had 
essentially a first date (never schedule a first date for four days.  By 
date, I mean scheduled thing...we'd done stuff together before, just 
never planned it), I broke my toe, and had my living space turn into 
psychodrama central because I was tired and in pain and made a bad 
judgement call.  On returning home, I found my cats had not been fed for 
two days by their 'sitter, and on Wednesday my ex-SO come-roommate tried 
to kill himself and attacked me in the middle of the attempt, resulting 
in me having him taken away by a cop (one of seven) on breach of peace 
charges.  My mother refused to let me stay here, so the next night I was 
at a friend's place, the night after that at my parent's place...when I 
escaped my parents place on Saturday for half-an-hour, my mother 
virtually followed me by PHONING me to nag...when I returned my brother 
did his best to make sure that I knew it really wasn't my home anymore, 
in case I had delusions of staying, and by Sunday I was sick of it.  Risk 
or not I moved back to the apartment.  I was late for my rehearsal on 
Sunday, during which I twisted the leg that the broken toe is at the end 
of, and finally got to go home to my apartment and sleep last night.  
Today I hid from the world, nursing strained muscles and broken bones, 
but I still had to go to rehearsal, and we run next week.
 
Despite all of this, I am, like I said, very happy, because I've finally 
found a person who is not only my equal in mind, but has m sense of 
humour, and echoes my hopes and dreams.  Of course, in Keeping with my 
life, he lives 500 miles away, but I can live with that, because I've 
really fallen in love.  (sounds sappy, I KNOW, but I never did quite 
realize how deep love could go when it decides to smack you upside the 
head instead of using the front door and giving you decent warning.)
 
So, because this is my life, and I know the tune by now, I know that he 
won't move here because he knows none of my friends, and I won't move 
there, because my specialty is Canadian Law, and there's darned few of 
them needed in the states, and we'll either drift apart or be miserable 
and in great debt to Bell and Sprint, but right now, fool that I am, 
accepting all this, I am happy.
 
I don't think happiness and angstfulness contradict...It's all a matter 
of the balances...
 
Stephanie...

Stephanie...
 
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