|Strip for 11/3/2001|
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This strip was conceived in a victorious spirit. A spirit which now skulks in the corner of my brain, vowing not to come out until it's all clear. And I don't think it will be clear in my head for a while. Those of you who I talk to regularly (and whine to) probably can tell that I'm not the usual happy Kip of say a month ago.
But anyway, to this strip: it's a testament to the "damn the torpedoes" strategy of finding women. Women like confidence, right? Right? See, the confident man wouldn't even bother to question. "Damn the torpedoes" hasn't ever gotten me into actual trouble, but I think I could save myself a lot of heartbreak if I'd actually pay attention to a few of those torpedoes, perhaps altering my course slightly, or perhaps scouting the path more closely. I see trouble as occurring between people. And I know that my dull shooting pain is only really in my head and I'm not causing anyone any grief. So I think it's OK to feel this way.
I mean, I wish I didn't.
I don't know if I'm going to write more strips along this storyline since it's still a bit raw and new. I think I need to nurse these hurt feelings of the past few days until they coalesce into a shining bright hard diamond that I will place along with the others in my memory.
Other fish in the sea, right? Sure. They're right there. Past the torpedoes.
Wow, that was depressing. I'm reminded of this girl I met while doing ComedySportz in high school. She wore this one shirt frequently which told onlookers to "taste a drop of [her] unhappiness." Alyson and I used to mock her, for other reasons... and I still sorta chuckle when I think about that T shirt.
If, if you choose that we will always lose, well
then I'll sail this ship alone
Oh, you thought it'd be happy? Sorry. I lied.
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