do you have the cure for me, man???

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emotional rollercoaster!

what a wierd fucking weekend.
Sunday i visited Jack's widow Rodelinde, and we watched movies and drank homemade liquers. she makes tea- and mint-flavored booze at home. yummy. i spent the night and went to Matt's funeral on Memorial Day. two hundred people fit into that church. it was the most popular funeral i've ever been to.
i'm only emotionally destroyed once in awhile. depending on the day, "once in awhile" translates to 10 to 40 percent of the time. i still can't get my head around the event and i can't reconcile Matt the sweetheart with Matt the fuck-up. the two people couldn't have been logically linked. i mean, this is a guy who would screw around with loaded guns or sell opium if he were hard up for money, yet he was also a guy who'd rescue an injured bird off the highway and nurse it back to health. a pathological liar who was bluntly honest.
whatever.
i also got a new ride. but i'm tired, so i'll write more later.

i don't think those kids like me

in my new living situation, i keep to myself a lot. in fact i've been rather antisocial since graduation. it's one of those things that annoys me about myself. my inconsistency. in amherst, i'm relaxed, friendly, and easy going. everywhere else, i seem to avoid people a lot. i must come across as an introverted twit.
i don't talk to the teenagers in my house much, because i feel like i'm infringing on their territory. it's not that i don't like them, it's that i don't know what to say to them. and it's too much pressure and discomfort to try to approach them. so it's strange. and a couple of days ago, just to make things even more uncomfortable, i accidentally gave my aunt the house's phone number. David, the 15-year-old boy, answered the phone. he doesn't sound 15. my aunt thought i had a "guy!!!" over and i think she may have said something sketchy or wierd to him, because he looked at me really strangely when he handed me the phone...i mean, do i really want to explain to him that she thought he was my boy toy? how fucked-up is that?? oh god...

so i avoid everyone in the house except the mom. we have tea together and talk about things and are on comfortable terms. but i worry about the kids.

maybe i should talk to them and say "sorry if i seem unfriendly, i've been keeping to myself because i have a lot on my mind." but that might make it even more wierd.