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greenstormI was gonna feel bad about doing so much emo sorta writing lately, but then I realised: this is the sort of stuff I'll want later. This is the sort of writing that's important to me to keep. If this blog had been meant for others originally then I'd have a direction and an audience to write to. As is, what I want to say is this:
We've spent a lot of time together lately. I'm not sure if it's good for 'us' but he has some stuff he needs to get through and I can help him with that. It'll be friendly, laughing and talking about everything under the sun, and then sometimes something will hit me sideways.
It's interesting to feel this sort of emotional void I've got going right now. I don't react to people with the same edge of interest that I used to. It's not going through the motions, precisely, but everything seems friendly and a tiny bit forced as interactions go. Intensity is lacking. Keep in mind I've been in overlapping relationships for more than a decade and while I'm used to the curl-away instinct I'm not used to having nothing there.
Yesterday for lunch I went down to the patch of stinging nettles behind CrazyChris' house and harvested them, fried them up with garlic to serve over rice. They were really good. His windows were dark when I walked past his apartment-- you know ,I haven't seen him in like a year?
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Breakfast now.
We've spent a lot of time together lately. I'm not sure if it's good for 'us' but he has some stuff he needs to get through and I can help him with that. It'll be friendly, laughing and talking about everything under the sun, and then sometimes something will hit me sideways.
It's interesting to feel this sort of emotional void I've got going right now. I don't react to people with the same edge of interest that I used to. It's not going through the motions, precisely, but everything seems friendly and a tiny bit forced as interactions go. Intensity is lacking. Keep in mind I've been in overlapping relationships for more than a decade and while I'm used to the curl-away instinct I'm not used to having nothing there.
Yesterday for lunch I went down to the patch of stinging nettles behind CrazyChris' house and harvested them, fried them up with garlic to serve over rice. They were really good. His windows were dark when I walked past his apartment-- you know ,I haven't seen him in like a year?
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Breakfast now.
