Another undefined time period, another musing post.
- Saw an Instacart ad - summer like it's 1999. 1999 was one of the worst summers of my life. Don't want to relive a second of that misery.
Might have actually been worse than when my alleged father died of cancer 2 days before my 16th birthday (funeral was 2 days after). That one was expected (for a while). i felt a greater sense of loss in 1999 - more my dreams of the future (normalcy - marriage, kids, etc). And... die they did, never to be rekindled again. Both killed any future potential i might have ever had (other than illusions).
1999 was like the "King of Wishful Thinking" by Go West, "Missing You" by John Waite, and "Someday by Glass Tiger" - seem happy on the surface, but deep down come off as self-delusional false hope.
- Did i mention i hate summer? Well, i do. Wonder how much a C. Montgomery Burns style sun blocker would cost.
