The Purification

A lot of blogs contain a whole heap of self-indulgent crap. I'm sure I'll type my share here. The goal being, however, that some of the aforementioned crap is actually interesting to other people (!), leading to praise and glory from them, leading to more self-indulgence, a book deal, self indulgence, etc....ad infinitum.

However. Although we here at 6'2" intend to entertain first and foremost, from time to time, we may have to delve into personal matters, albeit with a comical bent. On a rare occassion, we may even speak of....our feelings. (crowd noise/whispers)

Now. I've screwed up my fair share of relationships, although I probably don't have X beat. But recently, I PR'd in this particularly infamous (that means more than famous, right?) category. I don't want to blog about the details, because it's not funny. Not in the least. I loved her deeply, and I still do. But I screwed up, and it is completely my fault. I thought for awhile that she played a part in it, but I've since realized that that is just dumb. Males are generally stupid, and now I've got personal data to prove it. I've tried like hell to make up for what I did, but she hasn't been receptive. She has, in fact, been pretty much royally pissed from what I've surmised, and she has a right to be. So, I decided to take control over the only part of this that I can. I decided to change what I don't like about myself....some of the things that led to our demise. I decided to purify myself. Maybe there's hope of reconciliation, but if not...we can probably all be better people...and any excuse to get there is probably worth it. I enter it all here for your amusement, or for your education.

The Purification Plan
(Just 20 or 30 easy steps!!)

1. Tea is the new coffee. I started drinking coffee longer ago than I care to remember. And I've relied on it more and more as the years go on. For me, it's not even about the caffeine jolt, although it might be nice to not be hopped up all the time in an unnatural state of alertness, reeking of the Sumatran highlands. I've always felt guilty about having to apply for a personal loan to get a half-shot of hazlenut Torani in my triple-cheesecake pumpkin macchiato too. But I do love the ritual of getting up in the morning and having a warm cup of coffee the very first thing. Habits and rituals. Such has been my life. Such has led to my current predicament (in part), the building of boundaries I didn't even know were there, and a prime target for which the PP is taking dead aim. So now I will be switching to tea. Most of the time. There may be an occassional cup of joe, but god-damned it, it's going to be on an emergency basis.

To be continued...