cie la vie...such is life.
it does seem as if i can never be apologizing too much for ignoring my journal and the friends that I may observe through it. it reminds me of some very wise advice that CS gave me one time, and that advice stays with me even as I type now, but it is good to stay in touch, though with people that I do not know in real life, how sad it is that my declining mind is rapidly sending me into the role of recluse, though parts of me relish in the thought of such privacy, other parts of me are repulsed by the cowardice of it all.
things do go well for me though, seeking a therapist at the moment, one who will hopefully send me back onto full time meds. I do now have a real engineers notebook, and I've been transferring my drawings and ideas into this new book, along with the requisite witness signatures in order to solidify the intellectual property rights, so I might protect these projects of mine as I continue to work on funding for prototyping. I did get to make a new friend, someone who's fairly high up in the Apple company, so hopefully I might be able to work a proposal in, but it's highly doubtful. Though knowing the right person is half the battle.
on a different note, I have spent much of my time avoiding furries, for reasons of work, social issues, and perceptions of superiority. however, it seems that fate is not without a sense of irony, or a tail for that matter. As lady fate would have it, my best friend, (who has been a source of disappointment lately) has a roommate, this roommate just happens to be a furry, and a classical furry at that, not too bright, not very creative, socially awkward, and overly strange, and with no apparent reason for being strange. I do realize that I generalize the furry populace, one that I have never associated with in great numbers, but in my experience, stereotypes tend to be stereotypes because they are true to some extent.
Now, I personally have no wish to deal with this fur, I have no socio-economic reason to be more than an acquaintance with him. But, this brings to me a situation that I find most awkward. My friend, who I have been tracking for some time, is now in a position to spoil my little secret, and probably without even realizing that it's not what I would've wanted. unfortunately, at the time, I was on the proverbial Grey line, my friend had all the right clues in front of him, so it was equally plausible that he could have known, or not. and if he did know, he could very well have outed me to his roommate, and then I would have had a sub-par individual hounding me day and night because he thought, unjustifiably so, that we had something in common.
and so it was, that I asked me friend to do me a favor.
what? said he.
Don't tell *****, about me, will ya?
at first, he didn't make the connection between the subjects, and so I had to spell it all out for him. I revealed to him my secret, my poorly guarded secret.
He was quiet, for the longest time. But, once I began to explain my reasoning to him, he began to understand. This led us into a wonderful discussion in which he revealed that he himself was a bit of vouyer when it came to furries. something of which I've suspected for some time. Time will tell if my decision was a wise one, and whether or not I may become more open in the future. my gut tells me he's getting too close, and I don't like it...not one bit.
anyways, I'm off to work. ta ta for now dearest reader.
things do go well for me though, seeking a therapist at the moment, one who will hopefully send me back onto full time meds. I do now have a real engineers notebook, and I've been transferring my drawings and ideas into this new book, along with the requisite witness signatures in order to solidify the intellectual property rights, so I might protect these projects of mine as I continue to work on funding for prototyping. I did get to make a new friend, someone who's fairly high up in the Apple company, so hopefully I might be able to work a proposal in, but it's highly doubtful. Though knowing the right person is half the battle.
on a different note, I have spent much of my time avoiding furries, for reasons of work, social issues, and perceptions of superiority. however, it seems that fate is not without a sense of irony, or a tail for that matter. As lady fate would have it, my best friend, (who has been a source of disappointment lately) has a roommate, this roommate just happens to be a furry, and a classical furry at that, not too bright, not very creative, socially awkward, and overly strange, and with no apparent reason for being strange. I do realize that I generalize the furry populace, one that I have never associated with in great numbers, but in my experience, stereotypes tend to be stereotypes because they are true to some extent.
Now, I personally have no wish to deal with this fur, I have no socio-economic reason to be more than an acquaintance with him. But, this brings to me a situation that I find most awkward. My friend, who I have been tracking for some time, is now in a position to spoil my little secret, and probably without even realizing that it's not what I would've wanted. unfortunately, at the time, I was on the proverbial Grey line, my friend had all the right clues in front of him, so it was equally plausible that he could have known, or not. and if he did know, he could very well have outed me to his roommate, and then I would have had a sub-par individual hounding me day and night because he thought, unjustifiably so, that we had something in common.
and so it was, that I asked me friend to do me a favor.
what? said he.
Don't tell *****, about me, will ya?
at first, he didn't make the connection between the subjects, and so I had to spell it all out for him. I revealed to him my secret, my poorly guarded secret.
He was quiet, for the longest time. But, once I began to explain my reasoning to him, he began to understand. This led us into a wonderful discussion in which he revealed that he himself was a bit of vouyer when it came to furries. something of which I've suspected for some time. Time will tell if my decision was a wise one, and whether or not I may become more open in the future. my gut tells me he's getting too close, and I don't like it...not one bit.
anyways, I'm off to work. ta ta for now dearest reader.