Burn baby burn
In 9 days I leave for Burning Man. The best way to describe my feelings on the matter are excited, anxious, curious, and nervous. I have no idea what to expect, although I suspect I will be (or at least feel) under-costumed, despite having two years to come up with ideas. Armed with this knowledge I've decided to spend my remaining time focused on survival gear (mainly, food acquisition and preparation. Water has already been taken care of)
I almost decided to not go this year, after everything that happened in April/May, but finally decided that I wasn't going to let such petty external factors destroy a vacation I've been planning for so long. Especially since the petty external factor practically begged me to go with him. Joe & I are in a strange amorphous relationship limbo that feels like the way things were back when I lived on Broadway. He's confessed to "fucking up" by breaking up with me, when his truth is that we weren't in an appropriate living situation for us and that's what needed to change--not our status. Despite this he "doesn't want to get back together" even though he has fallen back into the habit of introducing me as his girlfriend the last several times we've been out together..
Anyways, he tells people we're dating, I'm telling them it's complicated. I'm digging in my heels to try and keep him from getting everything he wants. He gets his way an awful lot, and yes, I realize that my participation in his "dating but not serious" scheme is also giving him what he wants--but its giving me what I want too for right now.
After Burning Man I've decided to move forward with the dog plan, and possibly hunt around for dates. I suppose I've got to start some time.
But mostly I'm going to concentrate on the dog plan.
I almost decided to not go this year, after everything that happened in April/May, but finally decided that I wasn't going to let such petty external factors destroy a vacation I've been planning for so long. Especially since the petty external factor practically begged me to go with him. Joe & I are in a strange amorphous relationship limbo that feels like the way things were back when I lived on Broadway. He's confessed to "fucking up" by breaking up with me, when his truth is that we weren't in an appropriate living situation for us and that's what needed to change--not our status. Despite this he "doesn't want to get back together" even though he has fallen back into the habit of introducing me as his girlfriend the last several times we've been out together..
Anyways, he tells people we're dating, I'm telling them it's complicated. I'm digging in my heels to try and keep him from getting everything he wants. He gets his way an awful lot, and yes, I realize that my participation in his "dating but not serious" scheme is also giving him what he wants--but its giving me what I want too for right now.
After Burning Man I've decided to move forward with the dog plan, and possibly hunt around for dates. I suppose I've got to start some time.
But mostly I'm going to concentrate on the dog plan.