I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Sometimes
When I am very tired and working late, I get the passing sensation that someone is hugging me when alone at my desk.
It's a great comfort.
But I hope it doesn't indicate that I am losing my mind.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Lyric for the day
"Ransom my heart, but baby don't look back. Cause we got nobody else "
- Pat Benatar, Shadows of the Night
Friday, July 05, 2013
The day after the party
Sometimes it feels like loving someone in this City will only result in creating a situation in which they feel free to not only reject you but to express utter contempt for you.
More than some of the time, much of the time, most of the time.
People in this City are not looking for love. They are too in love with themselves to care about anyone else.
It would follow from this that living and dating here means that I am looking for love in the wrong places.
Or falling in love with the wrong kind of person over and over again.
But, I would need to admit to myself and everyone else that I am looking for love in the first place.
More than some of the time, much of the time, most of the time.
People in this City are not looking for love. They are too in love with themselves to care about anyone else.
It would follow from this that living and dating here means that I am looking for love in the wrong places.
Or falling in love with the wrong kind of person over and over again.
But, I would need to admit to myself and everyone else that I am looking for love in the first place.
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