It's been a while since I've actually posted something of myself here, mostly just links and videos. Sorry about that, been a busy and frustrating last couple of months.
It's easier to update my Facebook status, as I'm much more comfortable writing in the single sentence micro-blogging format. I find it difficult to compose a paragraph without my aggravations from one thing bubbling over into the thing I'm writing about. (Or, for English purists, "the thing about which I write.")
So here's the skinny - I'm single again. I'm not cool with it yet, but getting there. Things ended weirder than I expected. It was pretty much always doomed to fail (from the start, we both had no clue where it could go), but I thought it would fail with a bit more grace than it did. It didn't. It ended with a thud. And then a long bit of silence. And then another thud.
I've been trying hard to focus on the highlights - I had a great summer, I learned I'm still capable of being in love, and that I'm capable of being loved. I think about those things often. Usually while printing out pictures. You know - so I have something to throw in the fireplace. ("Leaf by leaf and page by page" and all that)
At least it happened at a good time for me. Hockey and football season takes some of my attention, and those weren't interests that we shared, so I'm not thinking about him when I'm watching the Giants. Well, not that much.
(OK - that's enough about it. I will now revert to my regular self...)
2 comments:
I'm curious about why you're not willing to explore more of yourself with your writing.
I suspect it has something to do with my upbringing, which encouraged me to repress my feelings so much, you'd think I was protestant...
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