Just Another Sweeney

Despite the beauty of this Spring, the last few days have been troubled.

Not by anything real.



Right now, Nuclear Man's being Sweeney at me. This is a haunt, two steps down from seeing him standing in a room going Wooooh, severe enough to make me wonder if he's dead or something. And I'm not experiencing proper memories of him either except for his declaration that if he couldn't have me in this life we would be together in the next, that in some way he would be kissing me and making love to me forever. He was utterly romantic and utterly cringeworthy. The cringe outlasted the romance by decades.

I don't regret the end of our liaison at all, in fact, I pretty much forgot him. Some of that might have been the burial of embarrasment and guilt, but some of it was a natural response to a dead fire. Because of him I burned through disasters and dead ends, it was not pleasant and it left a scar or two but it helped me to find and respect true love. If he's OK and I'm OK, it's just another Sweeney.

So why is he here now? Gosh mate, do something or go away. This is so peculiar.