Recent content by mountainvista

Thank you. It’s surreal. I’d always figured we’d be in touch again, or at least I’d have the chance to say that I was sorry once more. He was so young. 😢

JustSomeDude (JSD), the first of many usernames, the later ones were mainly in his trolling period. But knowing him as I did, and what a truly awful and in some respects, tragic, beginning he’d had, I cut him a lot of slack. He was a hugely important person in my life, coming at a time that I...

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Well, I WAS watching chick flicks, but they were making me feel miserable, so now I'm binging on Disturbed videos on youtube.

That I contributed to the length of my dark times because I was wrapped in a comfortable cloak of victimhood. Sadly, it was unavoidable at that time, because I wasn't yet strong enough to move on. It's unfortunate that so much time was wasted, because time, and life, are precious and...

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Groundhog day, huh? How is it already February?

I love to cook. I love to cook fancy, and I love to cook simple. If I were to go fancy, I'd start with an amuse bouche of a caramelized onion and blue cheese tartlet topped with bacon-onion-fig jam and a dollop of sour cream; an appetizer of an herbed goat cheese custard topped with buttered...

I have a half-day of work. I should do some Christmas shopping, but I don't want any Black Friday mobs. What to do, what to do...

Remember this, mountainvista? YUUUUP. You were 100% correct waiting for that other shoe to drop. It did, and you nailed exactly what kind of shoe it was. It was 100% a lie. A lying, ambivalent dickbag shoe. Your gut instinct about these things is INFALLIBLE. Listen to that inner voice.

I'm thinking that I am happy. I mean, yes, there is some trepidation surrounding it, because I can never completely release the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I am trying to keep that from allowing me to enjoy myself fully. And I am. Enjoying myself, that is.

This is either an epically intense bout of PMS, or I am cracking.

Yes, and it's actively bothering me lately. I've decided not to stay fixed on the past, because it just adds to the time spend waste on regret or locked in negative emotions. It's hard to stop, though.