Breakups bring out the Angels!

I was hating myself last night after work. So I decided to buzz my head -- get a new thang going. I understand this is a very cliche activity for those suffering heart-break, but anybody who would knock it is either a fool or simply naive. It helped.

But I did a crappy job, so I had to go in this morning to get it fixed up by a professional.

My stylist was friendly and she had to laugh about the quality of my self-hack-job. We got to talking about relationships. She was so sympathetic to my divorce situation, I could tell she'd been on both sides of the separation thing. She really understood!

The uplifting, miraculous part of the conversation was her description of her current relationship: I am not sure how she did it, but she described, almost perfectly, how I imagine two lovers could relate to one another. It made me feel so good to hear that these two people were experiencing such a thing.

It gave me hope!

I have been feeling so ridiculous for believing in my dreams of interpersonal love -- feeling responsible for my failed relationship because I know I wanted it to be more than it was. Feeling so foolish for not loving what I had more, as if more love could have saved it.

And then on the other side, the side of me that recognizes my mortal inability to control these things, I have been loathing mankind in general; feeling that we are a cursed and hopeless species, etc, etc.

But my stylist's story blew all of those thoughts away. She reminded me that dreams are worth believing in. That they can come true.

I can't say today has been great, but it is a fraction better than yesterday, and that is seriously awesome in itself.