Understanding...

So this was my birthday weekend, and it was full of partying and getting drunk and the like, but I'd have to say that something very significant did come out of it all. Friday night was the first party; my best friend Bobby took me to one of his friends' places and we had a little party.... it was all fun and games until the drama unfolded and hurtful things were said between Bobby and his girlfriend... So anyway the point I'm trying to get at here is that after that night I finally understand what Bobby's role in my life is, and why he's here as my best friend now. That night he was in tears as he spilled out his whole life story; and most parts of it eerily mirrored parts of my own life and my troubled childhood and adolescence. After talking to him and listening to his story, it finally dawned on me (I had always believed in it before, but this just confirmed it without a doubt) that everything in life really does happen for a reason. I had lived a very emotionally troubled childhood and adolescence and I had weathered the great storm that was that part of my life so that on that day, when Bobby spilt his life out to me, I would be able to immediately make a connection on an emotional and spiritual level.... It all came together, like the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly just been put together to form the big picture right in front of my eyes. I finally understand now. And I know what I must do.

Voodoo?

I just remembered outta nowhere that when I was a kid, I was obsessed with making voodoo dolls. I don't know where it came from or why I was doing it, but I used to make them all the time.... I remember cutting up the fabric into shapes of people, sewing two pieces together and leaving an opening for stuffing, and then sewing it shut. Odd.... very odd. And kinda creepy I'd imagine from a spectator's point of view... a little kid making and playing with voodoo dolls? hmmm....