We Were All So Fucked Up

I think my whole concept of not swearing here has gone to hell.  Then again, everything seems to have gone to hell, because I've been sitting here reading things for the past three hours and I can't fucking stop giggling because everything is just so. fucked. up.  I don't even know what more to say on that topic.

July 24, 2010, for reference.  That whole summer, really.  That's one of those things I'm glad is over and done with.  Maybe this is one of those realizations that just comes with age or distance or what have you, but god damn, we were all so ridiculous.  And when I say we, I mean the three of us, which is a very awkward grouping in just about any respect, but that summer was a shit-storm as far as all of our sanity goes.

I don't know that there was any sanity to speak of, or at least it doesn't look that way now.  And to be perfectly honest, I'm surprised any of us came out of it as unscathed as we did.  Okay, so maybe unscathed isn't entirely accurate.   But the scars are really minimal, considering everything that transpired.  There are many ways in which just about everything could have gone better.  I, at least, learned a lot from that.  Mostly about how much of a passive-aggressive and terrible person I can be.  And how much of a good idea it is to avoid that.

I don't even know what more to say.  I don't want to post this, because it's so awkward in so many ways, to me anyway.  But I needed to put that down, especially the title (see, I'm telling you, it's legitimately gotten easier for me to pick those now).  So I'll post it, and worry about it for a week tops, and then move on with my life.  Apologies for...just about anything that can be taken offense to in this post (I'd imagine there's enough).