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Bonjour, mes petits amis.
I feel like I'm trying to say something urgent, but I've forgotten what's so pressing, what's so important.
I sometimes get like this when being a woman - hardwired for expression and interaction - becomes too depleting. Not that I'd like to be a man. I mean! There isn't anything wrong with being a man, I'm sure - ach. Forget it.
The idea of using LJ as an emotional purging process doesn't appeal to me anymore at all. It kind of shocks me that it ever did. What a way to manufacture emotional flare. What a way to depreciate your own experience, eh?
Life's good. Really! It's just that sometimes I want to share that with people, with some one, a whole lot.
I feel like I'm trying to say something urgent, but I've forgotten what's so pressing, what's so important.
I sometimes get like this when being a woman - hardwired for expression and interaction - becomes too depleting. Not that I'd like to be a man. I mean! There isn't anything wrong with being a man, I'm sure - ach. Forget it.
The idea of using LJ as an emotional purging process doesn't appeal to me anymore at all. It kind of shocks me that it ever did. What a way to manufacture emotional flare. What a way to depreciate your own experience, eh?
Life's good. Really! It's just that sometimes I want to share that with people, with some one, a whole lot.