Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all--
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Well, I was feeling fairly down. I kinda got dumped earlier this week. Even though it was not anything I did (or didn't do), I still felt like a failure and while, in my head I know I'm still all sorts of pretty, I feel like I'm undesireable. Just because I was rejected by one guy... *shakes head* And I mentally kick myself every time I find I'm hyperaware of his presense, and what he's wearing, and what he smells like. *sighs* It's pathetic. We were maybe a month of some hanging out and sexxin', and it wasn't anything serious. Still, getting ditched sucks.
Anyway, was feeling down. I have Matt to thank for my lighter mood. He kinda distracted me by having us play Vampire: The Masquerade again, working and an old, old story arc involving my character Titia and his character Aaron. They were both spawned by the same vampire (now deceased) and there was a lovely situation he threw them into. Anyway, it was quite a delight to reread the old transcripts of our game, better to recall details to continue onwards. And thus, we had another fine session furthering their story. *grins* (V^^^V) <----I still remember thisimpleman teaching me that as he seduced me into the world of vampires. Yes, Judah, I blame you for getting me onto my vampire fixation. I got yelled at--well, capslocked at--for not remembering Anne Rice's name, the first time I read Interview With the Vampire. *snerk*
And that's all for now.