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greenstormAt the end of every relationship, I feel guilt. I used to feel guilty most of the time, just anyhow, as a result of my upbringing. Lately I haven't felt it at all, in fact, it's been long enough that I didn't recognise the feeling until most of the way through the day.
This whole cluster of wrong and unworthy feelings is pretty intense, definitely not particularly warranted, and the whole thing feels bad. I want to crawl under something and hide.
I think I understand why Kynnin did the zen breakup with me more now, though there's no more forgiveness. Not taking the time to consider the situation and have the uncomfortable talk is disrespectful. It was bad when I did it to Graham, it was bad when Kynnin did it to me, and it would be wrong for me to do in the future. There's a certain amount of obligation in a relationship, and part of that is informing the other person when the relationship ends, and I just didn't notice cause I wasn't thinking isn't a good excuse. I didn't know isn't a good excuse either, but more common-- especially in poly circles. After all, polyamory means never having to break up with anyone!
Sunny's round but not nest building now. Paris and Aeneus are flat and squishy. The girls' cage is sneezing a bit, I'm a little concerned about them. I think there will be cooking tonight-- not the leave-in-overnight roasts, but molten chocolate cake or something. And maybe oatmeal for dinner to counterbalance the amount of molten chocolate cake I'll eat.
I want to say something about spring and daffodils being open, and magnolias everywhere, but I'm not sure what. Right there, dammit, look! I need to garden Sat morning, I think. Get my bamboo in the ground(!!!!!).
I'm going to buy a bunch of The One Straw Revolution books. Who wants one? Five bucks US for a lovely copy made by a cooperative in India, with a handmade paper cover. Very wonderful book. I may get one for you anyhow. Wik, I'm so mailing you a copy.
I'm sort of starting to miss hanging out with girl-friends-- Eva's started a new job, and is sort of busy, and it's been ages since I've seen Tillie. I guess, as my weirdness expresses itself in other avenues, I'm starting to have more normal interpersonal relations. Y'know, like needing girl-time and not skirt-chasing, or whatever the equivalent of skirt-chasing is for me (ponytail chasing?) I should look Kat up.
On the whole I'm relatively happy despite the odd bubbles of random stuff my brain throws up at me. Start to train my replacement at work soon, I've never trained anyone for money before. Hope I do okay. I'm glad to be doing something else for awhile, frankly. A year and a half of this is enough without a break.
Hah. I was talking to Greensinger the other day, and realised that I'm more of a wanderer than I thought. He's travelling across the continent on a bike, that's the conventional kind of wandering, but I wander through people and activities pretty consistently. I wonder if there's a steady niche for me somewhere where I'll be happy?
This whole cluster of wrong and unworthy feelings is pretty intense, definitely not particularly warranted, and the whole thing feels bad. I want to crawl under something and hide.
I think I understand why Kynnin did the zen breakup with me more now, though there's no more forgiveness. Not taking the time to consider the situation and have the uncomfortable talk is disrespectful. It was bad when I did it to Graham, it was bad when Kynnin did it to me, and it would be wrong for me to do in the future. There's a certain amount of obligation in a relationship, and part of that is informing the other person when the relationship ends, and I just didn't notice cause I wasn't thinking isn't a good excuse. I didn't know isn't a good excuse either, but more common-- especially in poly circles. After all, polyamory means never having to break up with anyone!
Sunny's round but not nest building now. Paris and Aeneus are flat and squishy. The girls' cage is sneezing a bit, I'm a little concerned about them. I think there will be cooking tonight-- not the leave-in-overnight roasts, but molten chocolate cake or something. And maybe oatmeal for dinner to counterbalance the amount of molten chocolate cake I'll eat.
I want to say something about spring and daffodils being open, and magnolias everywhere, but I'm not sure what. Right there, dammit, look! I need to garden Sat morning, I think. Get my bamboo in the ground(!!!!!).
I'm going to buy a bunch of The One Straw Revolution books. Who wants one? Five bucks US for a lovely copy made by a cooperative in India, with a handmade paper cover. Very wonderful book. I may get one for you anyhow. Wik, I'm so mailing you a copy.
I'm sort of starting to miss hanging out with girl-friends-- Eva's started a new job, and is sort of busy, and it's been ages since I've seen Tillie. I guess, as my weirdness expresses itself in other avenues, I'm starting to have more normal interpersonal relations. Y'know, like needing girl-time and not skirt-chasing, or whatever the equivalent of skirt-chasing is for me (ponytail chasing?) I should look Kat up.
On the whole I'm relatively happy despite the odd bubbles of random stuff my brain throws up at me. Start to train my replacement at work soon, I've never trained anyone for money before. Hope I do okay. I'm glad to be doing something else for awhile, frankly. A year and a half of this is enough without a break.
Hah. I was talking to Greensinger the other day, and realised that I'm more of a wanderer than I thought. He's travelling across the continent on a bike, that's the conventional kind of wandering, but I wander through people and activities pretty consistently. I wonder if there's a steady niche for me somewhere where I'll be happy?
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