Disclaimer . . . just in case
We went to Yellowstone a lot when I was a kid. Like, all the time. Three or four times a summer, almost every year (although not in '88, of course). And if I remember correctly from my little bit of education in volcanology gleaned from those trips, geysers and volcanoes work more or less like this -
Lots of hot liquid under the surface of the earth. Gathers and gathers, and builds up pressure so there's more and more and more and more until finally . . . KA-BOOM!!!
There's a little bit of a crack somewhere, a vent. And this lets steam out and eases the pressure underground and you don't have eruptions as often or as intense, if at all. This explains the difference between a big hole with steam pouring out that you'll see all over the place and the likes of Old Faithful and Riverside Geyser (that one's really cool to see erupt!).
Anyway. This is just a roundabout way for me to say that I am REALLY in the mood to just erupt and give everyone a nice little bit of shouldn't-watch-but-can't-look-away style entertainment . . . but that's just not an intelligent move right now. So instead I'm going to just vent a little bit, and if you find yourself intrigued you can rest assured that the whole story is going to come bursting out onto my blog as soon as it's more practical. Because . . . GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But anyway. Luke and I have found ourselves in a very . . . unpleasant situation. One that involves a power-tripping, hungry-for-more-power, control freak. Just that much might be tolerable, if said person was not also regularly proving themself incompetent. (yes, I know themself is not a word. I'm using it anyway to keep it vague.)
It started off very subtly, to the point that we wrote it off and I've been second guessing myself for the better part of this year. But now it's becoming too much, and we've decided we have to do something about it. There's no instant fix - in fact, it's going to take some time simply because of what the circumstances are. And I am dreading the process. Absolutely do not want to do it, even though it really has become necessary, and I rather resent the fact that it has become so.
Right now, I am really, really angry at the whole thing. I know I shouldn't be, I should be all zen and mellow or whatever and let it go, but . . . this is just so not right. I know I'll let go of the anger eventually, but I'm not deluding myself by thinking it'll anytime in the next decade. (okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration) And I'm pretty sure that if I can just blog-vent it all out once everything is over I'll even be able to get on with things without any bitterness. But when you're in the middle of things it's kind of hard to take the long-term view of them, you know? Suffice it to say I'm taking a lot of deep breaths in order to keep from screaming.
So . . . yeah. That's all I've got for ya today. Kind of a downer, and if anyone actually figures out what I'm talking about then you, my friend, have got to be psychic or something. And I offer you major props - but you already knew that, didn't you? ;-) I guarantee there will be a follow-up, but it will probably come long after everyone has forgotten all about what you read today. Don't worry, I'll warn you at the beginning. Because it will be a post likely of record-breaking length (for me at least) and chock full of negativity . . . here's hoping it all comes out in the blog!
And can I just say, where would people be if there weren't therapeutic things to do like writing or painting or whatever? I feel kinda sorry for non-creative people. I mean, even if what you create isn't very good at least you're channeling all that energy into something that's not destructive.
Also - if you're reading this, you don't have to worry. It's not you. I totally heart you all.
P. ost S. cript
Sorry to be such a downer. I (literally) just got rickrolled by Pandora, which actually boosted my mood instantly. So here's my attempt at counterbalancing what you just read. I dare you to watch the whole thing without smiling.