Oct. 25th, 2005
The thing is, I want to get down what happiness feels like. I want to write it down so that someone reading this can share my experience, can go, oh! That's what she means!
It's such a solid, stable thing. So much of my life has been trying to stand on a board balanced on the head of a pin. This is like standing on a board on the ground. You can't fall, even if you jump up and down.
Things aren't wildly beautiful here. I can walk out under the stars and watch the sun rise and not cry; I appreciate, I'm happy but it doesn't spear into me. There's a glow around almost all the time that I used to only get when I had just spent intimate time with people. It's like not being lonely.
I smile to myself when no one's looking, and I feel the smile on my face. Sometimes I'm embarassed by it.
I don't want to roll in the leaves anymore. Kicking them is enough.
When I wake up and look across the bed at someone, I feel curiosity instead of need.
It's such a solid, stable thing. So much of my life has been trying to stand on a board balanced on the head of a pin. This is like standing on a board on the ground. You can't fall, even if you jump up and down.
Things aren't wildly beautiful here. I can walk out under the stars and watch the sun rise and not cry; I appreciate, I'm happy but it doesn't spear into me. There's a glow around almost all the time that I used to only get when I had just spent intimate time with people. It's like not being lonely.
I smile to myself when no one's looking, and I feel the smile on my face. Sometimes I'm embarassed by it.
I don't want to roll in the leaves anymore. Kicking them is enough.
When I wake up and look across the bed at someone, I feel curiosity instead of need.
Overheard.
Oct. 25th, 2005 12:51 pmLittle boy: "...am a girl."
Mom, irritated: "no, you're not. You're a boy."
Little boy: "But I *am* a girl *sometimes*. Look!" He points at something I couldn't see. I get on the bus, missing the end.
Girl 1: That's really cool that you're in that kind of an open relationship.
Girl 2: Yeah.
Girl 1: What would you do if he cheated on you this time?
Girl 2: (laughing) I'd fucking kill him.
Mom, irritated: "no, you're not. You're a boy."
Little boy: "But I *am* a girl *sometimes*. Look!" He points at something I couldn't see. I get on the bus, missing the end.
Girl 1: That's really cool that you're in that kind of an open relationship.
Girl 2: Yeah.
Girl 1: What would you do if he cheated on you this time?
Girl 2: (laughing) I'd fucking kill him.