The three dimensional celtic knot of emotional awakening threatens to either free me or kill me.
At this point, I'm really casually ok with either option. being in stasis
stasis ... static.. ecstatic... ex-statis ... moving out of stasis....
Ok, ecstacy. It's ON.
Free me.
In the sin curve of my life and its fluctuations between 'holy shit, look at her fly' and 'holy shit don't let them see I'm human' there's a lot of intermediate mileage. My favorite spots, luckily, are within a few degrees within the median.
But what's with the season of perceived betrayal? Seriously. What's THAT about? Work, Q's school, homefront, etc. Ungood. Thankfully not yet doubleplusungood. Old baggage maybe? Time to put it down and walk away if so.
A bookmark on the next topic: "The betrayal that I perceived."