It itches.
Wow. It's never as I imagine it's going to be. Ever. It's always different. In fact, I'm trying to condition myself to expect it to be different from whatever way I've fantasized it. That way I'm less disappointed.
I've always got an idea of how it will work. Of how it will turn out. And when it doesn't turn out that way, I'm always a little let down. But I'm sure my observations are sound in this case. I am sure of it. He fits the pattern I have determined. So tomorrow will be another attempt at seeing how the fantasy life measures up to reality. I shouldn't expect anything. I don't, really. But I'm going because unlike tonight, and unlike with tonight's group, I actually think there still may be something. Some small possibility. That obviously won't play out any way that I have already conceived it, because as I said, it never happens the way I'd imagine it to. But in this particular case, I'd be happy to see it play out regardless. In any fashion that it might choose.
I'l keeep tapping myself in the head until it stops itching.
I've always got an idea of how it will work. Of how it will turn out. And when it doesn't turn out that way, I'm always a little let down. But I'm sure my observations are sound in this case. I am sure of it. He fits the pattern I have determined. So tomorrow will be another attempt at seeing how the fantasy life measures up to reality. I shouldn't expect anything. I don't, really. But I'm going because unlike tonight, and unlike with tonight's group, I actually think there still may be something. Some small possibility. That obviously won't play out any way that I have already conceived it, because as I said, it never happens the way I'd imagine it to. But in this particular case, I'd be happy to see it play out regardless. In any fashion that it might choose.
I'l keeep tapping myself in the head until it stops itching.