On Making Peace

The more time progresses, the more private I’m becoming; I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. One immediately noticeable consequence is that my desire to write — at least through this outlet — diminishes considerably, as from the outset I’ve sought to keep my personal details as much in the background as possible, something I feel even more strongly today. But in the spirit of goodwill, I will let you in on an embarrassing discovery I made this week: I actually like a Josh Groban song. I won’t tell you which one, though, because I really don’t wish to discuss it further. And if you ask me, I’ll lie.

In the past few weeks my life has become a grand exercise in making peace, both with my life as a whole and with others as well. I can’t speak too much to its success, although I will say this much: it’s immeasurably difficult to make peace with a stone. And I’m questioning my sanity at continuing with it any further. Furthermore, to my surprise my desire to elaborate any further on the specifics to anyone at all has disappeared entirely — it’s a strange new feeling. What I’d really like is a therapist, but for the time being my stack of Intervention episodes will have to suffice.

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