Feelings day.

Things I have Feelings about tonight, and something like a briefing on what those feelings are:

David Bowie: I feel (1) less-than, that I don’t have profound David Bowie experiences in my past that make his passing painful for me. (2) angry, that I wasn’t exposed (heh) to David Bowie until, really, last year when Sarah Holmes found out that I’d never seen Labyrinth (and probably reconsidered our entire friendship but thankfully has not disowned me), and corrected this problem. (3) alienated, as is often the case when Big Important Things happen that rock large sections of my social circle because they belong to a larger pop culture community.

Shadow of the Hegemon: I know maybe one person who has read this book, and if he has, our opinions and experiences are vastly different. Also, his philosophical muscle is developed to the point where his thoughts about my reactions would certainly feel over my head. Despite that, I would absolutely bring him my feelings about the religious and moral condemnation that occurs between Bean and Theresa if he weren’t taking care of his ailing father right now. Hell, maybe I should – maybe it would help, be a distraction. But I’m not going to take a chance at that not being the case.

Love: too many perspectives, objectives, opinions, to relate what it all comes down to really. But people, places, and things, all have their say. And sometimes I feel like there is no space left for my words, my thoughts, my feelings, my questions, even if I’m directly involved in the conversation. But that’s my own stuff to work on.