Thread: The Looking Glass

Current Mood Eager Today's journal covers 1. Old Friends. 2. Convention 3. An addiction and withdrawals. I have moved countless times in my life, making friends all over, only to leave months later. There were only a handful that I ended up keeping in touch with after moving. The internet makes it easier to talk to them, but sometimes we stop logging on... Life happens. But eventually, you might catch them lurking in the old stomping grounds the same time as you and you can't help it was fate that brought you there. This recently happened with a friend of mine from when I was a teenager. We stopped talking about a year ago due to things I couldn't prevent. His girlfriend has told him to stop talking to me, she had some serious jealousy issues, and didn't like that I was a female friend. Either way, he still talked to me, but in private, and I didn't know this. Eventually she caught him and had a fit. He sent me a huge long message about not talking again, unless I apologized for going behind her back. I wasn't about to apologize for being a friend and more so, being a part of something I didn't even know was an issue. Needless to say, I ran into this person on Diablo and he talked to me for a while. He wants me to get on another chatting program so he can talk with me secretly, but I told him I'm not going to do that. He just needs to talk to his 'mistress' and get permission. We have done nothing more than play games with each other and poke fun at each other. More like a brother and sister relationship... Oh well, I doubt he will ask. Over the weekend I went to a comic book convention and really enjoyed myself, minus my costume. Eventually I started feeling gross and just wanted to shower. I ended up leaving early and missed the costume contest. Moral of the story, no more body paint costumes. Either way, I enjoy the convention and I am glad I got to talk to a couple artists. I am going to commission a painter to do something special for us, and I'm more than thrilled! I have a love for art and I find myself spending all my money in the Artists' Alley at conventions. Or on bustsfigurines. I did get a figurine of some sort. It is a monkey with his brain exposed. I wanted this Dead Zebra that looked like a knight chess piece, but it was a little more than what I wanted to spend. Maybe in the future... Over the weekend I made a deal to not roleplay for 24 hours. I even requested my partner save any replies for the following day. He respectfully withheld his post and waited til 1201 the next day. But during the wait, I was not occupied by the person I made the deal with. Instead he had a friend come over to help him make wine with the peaches from our back yard. Now, this left me with nothing to do since I promised not to use my computer either. I ended going crazy though. I tore about my house, room by room. Rearranging everything and cleaning like it was spring again. Finally I started to get tired and the day was nearing an end. I put things back together and in their new locations, and even roleplayed a little so I could sleep through the night. It is crazy to think one could get addicted to something like this. But what can I say, the addictive personality runs in my family. They chose chemicals, I chose creativity.