The "Time heals" thread got me thinking. It's true that we all heal differently, and 7yearsflushed's thoughts on things really resonate with me.
I'm one of those whose scars do indeed throb when the weather changes.
I'm well into year 7 and doing well, but last night the weather changed for a bit.
The awful plane incident in the Ukraine made me want to check to see if x was still alive. (I know, don't beat me up, I still care that he's breathing.)
He travels constantly and is always flying off somewhere, often between Europe and Asia.
Rather than emailing him, I decided to just check the itinerary for the band he's been working for all summer. (Thankfully they are finishing up stateside at the moment.)
Big banner on the site for some big heavy metal party cruise, a week long debauch with 30 (30!) bands. Picture a floating booze + STD festival and you get the picture. Can't believe grown adults still do that shit.
Anyway, that took me down to Trigger City, remembering all the years of touring with one of the really huge metal bands that paid our mortgage and kept us in gravy for a long time. Those years were when he was deep into his drug and booze addictions as well.
Then I remembered how naive I used to be about it all, because he cleaned up his act and got sober all on his own. God I was stupid.
Anywho, a bit of a bump, but I'm over it.
There were some hilariously bad cell phone videos of some of the performances. Who knew old paunchy rockers could look so dang hideous in the harsh light of the sun?