So, it has been exactly one month and ten days since my last confession blog post.
…I know, right? WHERE THE HELL HAVE I BEEN?
Well, the answer is threefold: (1) in my kitchen eating copious amounts of pepperoncini straight from the jar, (2) on suburban Connecticut streets taking long meditative after-dinner walks, and (3) in New Hampshire getting druuunk vacationing respectably.
A few things on all of the above:
1) My pepperoncini problem has evolved into a full-blown addiction. It’s rather serious. BUT THEY’RE SO DAMN GOOD AND I REFUSE TO STOP SO LEAVE ME ALONE.
2) Meditative walks are the best when they include occasional stray segments that involve aimlessly dancing and marching at the same time—ethereally and while listening to Stevie Nicks, of course. (Seriously, I do this. In public. As cars drive by. And? It’s fucking liberating.)
Officially returning from my Twitter sojourn. Inspiration? I danced ethereally to Stevie Nicks on my meditative walk tonight.
— Nicolas DiDomizio (@ctnicolas) July 9, 2013
3) New Hampshire was kind of the shit. That is, until I checked my bank account balance on the second day and learned that some douche bag stole my debit card number and made $600 of unauthorized purchases at a random Stop & Shop in Bloomfield, CT. Then it just became shit—absent of the all-modifying “the.” BUT THEN. After about an hour of being pissed off, I took a deep breath. Then I meditated. And then it became clear that I needed to forgive. Forgive the douche bag. Because if his/her life is in a desperate enough place to be stealing from fledgling bloggers and pepperoncini addicts such as myself, then he/she is in need of some serious healing. So rather than continue being unproductively angry, I decided to just say a prayer for my debit card thief’s well-being and move on with my life.
So, yeah! I’m now praying for the healing of random douche bags who illegally siphon money from my checking account. If that’s not solid evidence of my spiritual growth, y’all, then I do not know what is.