Home-spun therapy.

One of the wonderful things about blogs are that they are a wonderful place to vent. Generally I have friends to vent to, and believe me, I did several times today, but the best thing about a blog is I can say whatever I want and no one really reads it, so I can't possibly offend or anger anyone. Phenomenal. So, now I'm going to send my thoughts into the infinite abyss of the internet. Enjoy!

So, the last few days, someone I know has dragged me into a rather awful mess and well, it sucks. Sparing most of the gory details, let's see how much I can relay. Basically, relationship issues came up, and this person I know decided to play the middle man, and twice in the space of two days forced me to choose sides and used me to get information that wasn't private, but that I didn't want to give. I was supposed to go to a Jon Schmidt concert on campus tonight with my roomates. It happened that this person was going to be there and I found out. Considering that the second time this person dragged me into the position of middle man happened only hours ago, I lost all desire to go to a concert that I would normally kill to attend. I made the executive decision to stay home, ditching 8 friends, because I knew that I wouldn't enjoy myself for being distracted, angry, and hurt.

I am convinced that there are other factors to this executive decision of mine: like the fact that I am completely and utterly exhausted, not to mention hormonal. Nevertheless, I couldn't handle going, so here I sit on my couch after a nice long hard cry, surrounded by the things I love, that bring me comfort. I'm wrapped in the blanket my mom made me, holding the teddy bear my freshman roomate gave me, I played the piano long and hard, I've turned on a mix of all the Jon Schmidt stuff I own, thus providing my own private living room concert, free of charge, I'm therapeutically venting my frustrations and writing away my anger and hurt into oblivion, and the second I post this, I will grab the nearest Dr. Seuss book, read it, and then sleep until I leave in an hour to go get Krispy Kreme doughnuts for a game night with my dearest friends who care too much about me to ever put me in a situation like this.

Thank goodness for home-spun therapy.