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Round and Round and Round It Goes. . . .

Things I have been thinking about, or rather, obsessing about, lately:

–Do things happen for a reason?
–Is there such a thing as synchronicity/serendipity?
–When was the last time a man told me he loved, and really meant it?
–Where is my “big love”?
–What is my purpose here?
–How do I get happy?
–How do I begin to live with no excuses and no regrets?
–Why does the universe bring me something I have been asking for, and then keep it at an arm’s length?
–Is love at first meeting possible?
–Where do I go from here?
–Why do I forgive people so easily?
–Or is it forgiveness, or do I make excuses for them and their behavior?

I have been trying so hard to get out of my head, because all of the thinking is driving me crazy. And with the thinking comes the feeling, and the feeling all of it is nearly destroying me. I have always been one to feel things too deeply, and I often wish I didn’t. I just want to get to the other side of this current chasm I am experiencing. Problem is, I’m just not sure how to climb out of it.

Hurricane In My Brain

I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I have no focus. I can’t keep my mind on anything for a length of time. I tried to get on some painting projects and I can’t even stay focused long enough to put some damn spray paint on something!!  I called The Zen Master this morning.  I hadn’t talked to him since Wednesday, so I took a deep breath and pushed the damn button on the phone.  I get all kinds of nervous and shit when I go to call him.  I don’t understand it.  I can be cool any other time, but when it comes to men I am a total nerd.  Don’t get me wrong, I can work it, I can flirt, do all that stuff, but when it comes to really putting myself out there, I feel like a total loser.  You know what it is?  I think I like him.  I think I might be able to really like him.  I liked the way I felt when I was with him.  I liked the way he made me think.  So now I feel greedy, like I want to feel that great all the time.  That’s not his problem though.  I am not his problem.  At this point he hasn’t really decided how much time he wants to spend with me, so he’s not willing to carve out much extra time for me.  Which, at some point will present a problem if he really is interested in getting to know me.  I will just leave you with a small tidbit of what my ADD brain is like.  Right now, my head is doing this crazy shit to me:

So, he says he’s interested in getting to know you, but is he really interested in getting to know you?  Doesn’t do any good to say it and then have no time to actually do it.  When is he going to be willing to do it?  And why are you always so damn willing to give up your time for a man?  Do you just want it more than he does?  Are you always more interested than the guy?  Do you think about this shit too much?  Why can’t you just let it go and do something else, think about something else?  What is wrong with you that you get obsessed with this kind of shit?  He told you the other day pretty much what he was doing the rest of the week, and this morning he told you what he was doing.  Do you not believe him?  Do you have any reason to doubt him?  Do you think he’s lying to you?  No, I don’t think he’s lying. . . my gut isn’t telling me he’s lying, so fuck you head!!  Is he going out of town to see some other woman??  So maybe he is.  What if he is??  Well, if he is I hope he thinks about me the whole time.  I hope he thinks about how wonderful he thinks I am.  Well, he doesn’t know me that well, so how can he think I’m wonderful?  Is he interested in finding out how wonderful I am?  He’s going to have to spend time with me if he ever wants to know how great I am.

Yep.  Welcome to my fucked up world.  Aren’t you glad you’re not me??



The Afterglow

An afterglow is a broad high arch of whitish or rosy light appearing in the sky due to very fine particles of dust suspended in the high regions of the atmosphere. An afterglow may appear above the highest clouds in the hour of deepening twilight, or reflected from the high snowfields in mountain regions long after sunset. The particles produce a scattering effect upon the component parts of white light.

That’s what I feel like I have today. . .an afterglow.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a date so good that I had afterglow.  The afterglow feels great!!  Can I please ride the afterglow for awhile without doubts, or questions setting in?  Please brain, just let me enjoy it!

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