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I was just standing on my parents' back porch and was struck with the notion that I well and truly love Matt in a permanent, man-it-must-suck-for-you-guys-not-to-have-him sort of a way. We decided a while back to stick with this thing until Bush gets our asses nuked, but I always worried in the way back portion of my worry sector that perhaps I was making a mistake, perhaps Matt deserved someone better than me.
One of the myriad reasons for my moving to Georgia last year was a faint notion that I needed to be away from Matt to examine what I really wanted. Now I just can't wait to be back with him, arguing about feta cheese and scolding him for throwing Q-tips at the cat.
I'm seeing friends from my past grow up and change, find new lives, find partners, get married and even have children. To a certain extent, these changes upset me, though I'm happy for the people who've found their paths in life. I wonder where the pieces of the people I used to know have ended up, and whether there's a cosmic shopping mall where children and teenagers representing each incarnation of our past selves wander and eat french fries.
I still haven't dealt with the mystery of what to do when your soul's mirror is sitting in another hemisphere, but perhaps it will come to me.
I've completely lost the thread of where I wanted to go with this (my mother keeps shouting about the dog having peed and that's a pretty solid thought killer). Reading it over it makes me wonder if Dad slipped psychedelics into my coffee. But this is my LJ, and I'll post incoherent ramblings if I see fit! If you don't like it, I'll Complot you but good!
One of the myriad reasons for my moving to Georgia last year was a faint notion that I needed to be away from Matt to examine what I really wanted. Now I just can't wait to be back with him, arguing about feta cheese and scolding him for throwing Q-tips at the cat.
I'm seeing friends from my past grow up and change, find new lives, find partners, get married and even have children. To a certain extent, these changes upset me, though I'm happy for the people who've found their paths in life. I wonder where the pieces of the people I used to know have ended up, and whether there's a cosmic shopping mall where children and teenagers representing each incarnation of our past selves wander and eat french fries.
I still haven't dealt with the mystery of what to do when your soul's mirror is sitting in another hemisphere, but perhaps it will come to me.
I've completely lost the thread of where I wanted to go with this (my mother keeps shouting about the dog having peed and that's a pretty solid thought killer). Reading it over it makes me wonder if Dad slipped psychedelics into my coffee. But this is my LJ, and I'll post incoherent ramblings if I see fit! If you don't like it, I'll Complot you but good!