Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me. You've made the life I lead foolish, too.

Oi. Due to events concerning JB and His Ex (though about abbreviating that, and just calling her "HEx" but that sounded just awful), am currently in the middle of a mind fuck similar to watching all 3 endings of "Clue" and then saying, "wait, but what really happened?" Except exponentially more serious, with a higher hair-pulling-out quotient, and involving far fewer butlers. At the moment, my head is gushing in the manner of a watermellon at a Gallagher concert. Trust has never been an issue for me, at least not in this way, and though it may seem obvious whose story to believe (from both sides), I keep switching, new information keeps piling up, and I am sliding further and further into a state of utter befuddlement. The question I am asking myself now is: do I go wtih my head, my heart or my gut (which are all telling me very different things)? This mildly dampened my spirits for last night, as my plan was to get very drunk, be very social, and very gorgeous in a New Year's Eve dress. Only one of those accomplished, so it isn't a complete loss, I suppose.

And what I find mildly amusing, despite all of this, have found myself looking at it all from an acting student's perspective - psychological motivation, noting all of my emotions and mannerisms (particularly when large bombs are dropped), and mapping the plot of this as if I were writing a script. This entire time I've been thinking, "yes, it sucks, but I can use this." I need to know what this is like. Because objectively, this situation is quite interesting; it is drama, it is life, and it is exciting (though not the fun, Roller Coaster at Six Flags exciting).

Related note: It brings to mind a line from the original translation of "Six Characters..." which we changed for the sake of its being too wordy:
Stepfather: She is attempting to heap opprobrium on me by withholding relevant explanations!