@fireangel: i think the latter is more like it, and actually i'd be pretty surprised if i could make it to visit villain again before the autumn as well.
tonight was calmer, a little more pacified than last night. i went to sara's place at eight and we had dinner. later a friend of her called and we went out with her and her boyfriend. i was a little anxious, afraid all my illnesses and worries would compromise their fun, but things went perfectly well. sara's friend owns a winery in a village about 80kms from town and i spent the night asking for info about alcohol consumption, the chances for bands to play there, and anything else that came to my mind, all of which sara's friend was more than happy to reply to. her boyfriend was quite cool as well, obviously way in his thirties and a serious, knowledgeable guy. in the end they begged me to come check out the winery this very week, and i had sara promise me she'd text me if she's going there in the week-end, with her brother. this is weird, because if it ever happens it would be my very first interference in that *other* part of sara's life, the one that doesn't take place in town and that involves her family and childhood friends.
we met another guy who was a friend of the couple but unknown to us. he's a painter and a rather funny person. at the moment of goodbyes he shook my hand and said "so can i kiss your girl now?".
i stood looking at him for a few seconds, without actually registering. a few replies ("who?"; "what the hell are you talking about?"; "in carmine and crimson stood flaming the sky") i dismissed as inappropriate before realizing he was talking about sara. then i went "she's not my girl" at the same time she went "i'm not his girl" and things turned awkward for a short while.
all considered, i've been fabulously. it's relaxing to finally have at least a few outbursts of normal, real life interaction with strangers where nothing i don't want to think about is either mentioned or carefully avoided. i know there's no one who loves me, and i know i have some issues, and i know for the most part of these past few years i've just been mindlessly used in many ways, but it doesn't seem so unbearable now. it appears i can sit still and bear it: the motions, if not the actual feelings, still belong to me, and through this i walk, if not unharmed, clearly unbroken.
as a side note, today federico and i came up with a theory about deities that reaches a literary meaningful conclusion, at the very same time, following the very same pattern.