All I've been able to think about is how no one came to my defense.
I realise it's a selfish, ego-driven, most likely damning way to be, but I can't help but think: "What if Brad had said, 'Hey, Tomyko, Chris has dedicated his life to art, studied abroad, has about a jillion books on art history - maybe we should give his opinion some weight.'"
It didn't happen though, and my poor choice to include rum in my diet Coke fueled an angry reaction to her dismissal of my opinion, and her audacity to bring the anti-papist Dan Brown's ill-informed ideas into my home.
I wish I had supportive friends. Friends who would at least appreciate the efforts of my artistic ambitions, if not the actual art. But I don't have those type of friends. I seem to be surrounded by people who almost relish bringing me down a notch or two whenever they have an opportunity.
There's no point in wallowing in self pity about it though, or in blaming what I think anybody else did or said. The thing to do is get pro-active, look hard at myself and discover the reasons for my reaction, and find people that have similar difficulties and viewpoints as mine, and who are positive about life and all it's mysteries, and can help me become a better person.
It's a big, big world, and I love it. It has given me so much to smile about almost every single day. I will be able exorcise the memory of that fateful minute on Friday night and remember the good hours that preceeded it in due time.
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