Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Never Enough Good Assurances Department

After months of separation, Cynthia an I are moving towards a very friendly divorce. I think that we are actually kind of surprised, and even pleased, with the overall results. It's as if our lives got a major kick-start when we realized we would fare better separately. So those of you who insist on being sad over this, STOP IT ALREADY. FEEL HAPPY FOR US, REALLY.

She's getting ready to go to college--for which I am intensely proud of her. Frankly, it'll be easier for her as a recent divorcee to obtain financial aid. All who know just how smart she is, will be happy to know she'll get to expand upon that. The last few times I saw her, she seemed pretty happy too, and seems to be getting many of her health issues straightened out. Of course, being single is bringing challenges she never had to face before, but again I'm proud of her for facing those challenges, and more to the point, to embrace them. I'm confident she'll arise in the end, stronger than ever, and we'll all be awe-struck.

Her life isn't the only one improved by the separation.

I saw my doctor because I have bronchitis and she commented that I looked good and relatively toned, compared to the last time she saw me--have I been working out? No, just walking a lot, now that I don't have someone to drive me around everyplace. She was also amazed at my weight, given that I quit smoking. Most people quitting smoking usually experience more stress and tend to snack more, so she was expecting it to increase; instead it has remained stable for the past several months. (Cyn, honey, I love you, but I am so glad to not be living with smokers right now. FWIW, I'm glad you've cut back on your smoking too.) I've also made a good start with getting my dental woes resolved, and my chiropractic treatments continue with good results, have had a fair amount of hair removal done, and have gotten my hair cut nicely--things that would have been difficult to justify previously. And it's been increasingly easy to get a grip on my mental health as well. It's almost like being reborn.

For those in particular who are worried I'd be lonely--don't be. I'm dating a very nice, interesting, compatible person without any particular eye on an outcome, except to enjoy a bit of time together once a week. It helps that her kinks compliment mine very nicely. *ahem*

So again--stop worrying about us. We rock.

Never Enough Unfulfilled Ironies Department

I know this is a month late. Life and all. Plus somehow, despite my better instincts, I've been sucked into the Facebook maelstrom. But I was reminded by this Zaius Nation posting of an odd fantasy I had running through my head on Inauguration Day.

There we have President Barack Obama, freshly sworn in, giving his speech to the nation:

"On this hopeful occasion, one must yet recognize certain realities. Now, I know I have been compared to Superman by some of my supporters. This, of course, is nonsense. For you see...."

And here he rips off his rubber mask -- "I am actually LEX LUTHOR. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Why, oh why, is it that something that'd suck that bad would also be incredibly awesome? Probably for the same reason it's far-fetched, and it's just as well. Superman had his work cut out for him too.