the loneliness of the long distance bawler

Today I have :

- listened to very loud music and bellowed along
- listened to my shrink explain how he identifies with my tales of lost love across the world. It turns out that his story bears a strong resemblance to mine. Except that he knows how it turns out in the end..
- declined an invitation to a bikini-karaoke
- cleaned the house; as I was reaching out for a forgotten pile of porn, a much-folded and unfolded map of San Francisco fell on my head. I didn’t cry.
- Put on a pair of cashmere socks that my girlfriend ex-special lady friend got me some months ago. I cried.
- Found that two words describe my present state fairly well: sad, but resilient. The former was obvious; then I grabbed the latter and realised that it fits just right. It almost made me feel better, so I stopped crying.