I'm playing my guitar and increasing my speed for the first solo of MEAN MAN. It just doesn't sound right and I'm getting frustrated so much so that I don't feel how badly my fingertips are blistering. I must've practice at least 30 minutes and decided to call it quits. Of all the blisters I ever developed this way, this is the first time that I felt like popping one. Now I have a big gaping hole on my third finger which is going to put guitar practice on hiatus for a good two weeks. I see a friend and we begin to chat. I feel the need to show & tell my small booboo of an injury and she asks me what I think she should do about it. I ask for a kiss.
I never would've guessed asking for a kiss would be so effective. Yesterday I had dinner with a friend and we talked our jaws off. We seem to have mutual feelings for one another and before the night was over, we sealed our friendship with a kiss. It was romantic, but about as private as it ever gets in urban life Burbank. I'm happy to have been given the opportunity to express some things about myself with her that will become pieces of the puzzle that serve to govern my ideals. I consider myself a complicated person because I don't even understand some of the things I do, but last night has opened my eyes to everything I have been missing these past few moments in life. I feel a little guilty because I've stopped myself short of telling her the way I feel about her (as a result of my psychosis). So in the end, despite all that's said and done, it's back to business.