It's no wonder that I'll never fully get Him out of my head. Anywhere I go, or anything I do, or any interests or appreciations I hold dear can inevitably be traced back to Him. As a result, I'm constantly reminded, whether I'm conscious of it or not.
And so, just to be stupid, I wanted to make a list of all the things that He introduced me to, many of which I would never have known about or grow to be interested in, so I can't help but be grateful for what an honor it was to know him.
Here, take a look. Come bask in the fruit of his influence..
The Things he Introduced Me to:
- Diaryland [yay!]
- Blogger
- Just the whole concept of keeping a weblog or online journal
- HTML
- The Sandman comics
- Neil Gaiman in general
- Dave McKean
- Douglas Adams
- Strangers in Paradise comics
- The Cure ["I love how his voice always sounds like he just got done crying.."]
- Tool
- Type O' Negative
- Metallica
- The art of a blowjob
- My clitoris
- Fluffernutters
- Chinese food
- Kevin Smith [and his movies]
- The Crow
- How fun a mostly black wardrobe can be
- The concept of chaos as a good and desired thing
- The art of arguing
- The concept of change being good
- The art of thinking
- Philosophy
- Abbreviations I still use, like "lit'l" and "ppl"
- FIU
and so much more..
And then there were..
Things I Never Took Too Well to:
- The Preacher comics
- Mr. Bungle
*shrug*
For the past few days, I've been battling a ghost of the Past. It came on strong [as they often do], invading my every waking thought, leaving me to walk around with my head in a thick cloudy haze, and more distracted than I normally am. But I think I conquered this one. And I might have even turned it into something positive.
They can make me falter and hesitate, but they'll never defeat me.
I won't let them
This need for him comes and goes, but when it does hit me, it stings hard, grabbing hold, and won't let go. It's probably very much like a recovering alcoholic yearning for that bottle at his lowest points. Or, even worse, a recovering heroine addict, craving just one hit, when a window of weakness has opened..
Who ever said love wasn't a drug..?
*
I think I'll find another way;
There's so much more to know.
I guess I'll die another day;
It's not my time to go.
:p
LJ