signs from above...or my sock drawer
8:19 PM 8/3/07 · I just called Corin because at the time it seemed the thing to do. I've got a lot of comic art, kinda stuff I post in 
Comix, printed up on 11x17 paper from the big printers at work that I've been using as posters at home. Been thinking of switching some stuff and went into my sock drawer, which is where I keep them, and found a picture of her from prom.
Yeah, I keep lots of old photos in my sock drawer too.
I have no idea why.
Anyway she wasn't picking up so I guess the whole omen logic fails on its own merit.
So, I called her. Lots of people I've been involved with I have keepsakes of. I'm funny that way. Having helped a number of my friends' relationships or just talked them through the breakups, I've noticed a trend of reclaiming all shared poperties, gifts, or anything having to do with each other. The whole of it seems to be to not having any reminders of one another.
I don't get that logic. You have the love for somebody then you gotta want them to be with you endlessly in some aspect or other.
Take
Debbie for instance...
We were together 6 days shy of a full year. I know that probably doesn't sound like a long time to be with someone but we were literally together that length of time. Shortly after we started having sex (intended to be a one night stand on her part but we really clicked) she practically had me move in. Still had the majority of my stuff at Mom's but I had several sets of clothes with her and some of my stuff. We did a lot of laundry together and we were fundamentally inseperable. With the exception of when having sex with others, our relationship was open, and a trip to New Jersey she took to spend time with her mother (just shy of 2 weeks) we were pretty much joined at the hip (figuratively and sorta literally) 24 hours a day.
Despite being together all that time...she liked to write me letters; a couple emails too. At the time I had a rather bizarre email system, mostly handled offline, where I'd login and download all of my email, then log back out. I'd go through it, write replies, log back in later and they'd all automatically get sent; don't recall the name of ther service offhand. Often I'd print them all out so I could go over them...I don't always write replies on the fly.
Along with snail mail I got from
Debbie I have these emails too.
I don't keep them in any one single place. They're in suitcases, drawers, cabinets, boxes, folders, and any number of other things; she wrote me a surprising number given the time we were together and how little time we had apart. I don't come across them often, don't even go looking for them, but now and again when I'm cleaning or looking for something else I'll come across them and re·read.
So, I'm a sympathetic, sappy, fool.
Nobody's perfect.
I have letters from
Debbie.
I have pictures with
Anna &
Jenny
I have pictures of
Corin,
Kaci, &
Raven.
I have scars (which I have no choice in keeping) from and pictures of
Mary/Kat.
I've got pictures, taken by somebody else, of
Sarah from when whoever it was left a CD filled with images at my place.
See?
I'm sappy as all get out.
So much time these days is spent alone. I suspect, excepting some major change or revelation I've yet to get to, that much time in the future shall be spent the same. I treasure every happiness I've ever had and I'm sorry if I'm violating some unspecified relationship rule that says I'm supposed to let go.
Comix, printed up on 11x17 paper from the big printers at work that I've been using as posters at home. Been thinking of switching some stuff and went into my sock drawer, which is where I keep them, and found a picture of her from prom.
Yeah, I keep lots of old photos in my sock drawer too.
I have no idea why.
Anyway she wasn't picking up so I guess the whole omen logic fails on its own merit.
So, I called her. Lots of people I've been involved with I have keepsakes of. I'm funny that way. Having helped a number of my friends' relationships or just talked them through the breakups, I've noticed a trend of reclaiming all shared poperties, gifts, or anything having to do with each other. The whole of it seems to be to not having any reminders of one another.
I don't get that logic. You have the love for somebody then you gotta want them to be with you endlessly in some aspect or other.
Take
Debbie for instance...
We were together 6 days shy of a full year. I know that probably doesn't sound like a long time to be with someone but we were literally together that length of time. Shortly after we started having sex (intended to be a one night stand on her part but we really clicked) she practically had me move in. Still had the majority of my stuff at Mom's but I had several sets of clothes with her and some of my stuff. We did a lot of laundry together and we were fundamentally inseperable. With the exception of when having sex with others, our relationship was open, and a trip to New Jersey she took to spend time with her mother (just shy of 2 weeks) we were pretty much joined at the hip (figuratively and sorta literally) 24 hours a day.
Despite being together all that time...she liked to write me letters; a couple emails too. At the time I had a rather bizarre email system, mostly handled offline, where I'd login and download all of my email, then log back out. I'd go through it, write replies, log back in later and they'd all automatically get sent; don't recall the name of ther service offhand. Often I'd print them all out so I could go over them...I don't always write replies on the fly.
Along with snail mail I got from
Debbie I have these emails too.
I don't keep them in any one single place. They're in suitcases, drawers, cabinets, boxes, folders, and any number of other things; she wrote me a surprising number given the time we were together and how little time we had apart. I don't come across them often, don't even go looking for them, but now and again when I'm cleaning or looking for something else I'll come across them and re·read.
So, I'm a sympathetic, sappy, fool.
Nobody's perfect.
I have letters from
Debbie.
I have pictures with
Anna &
Jenny
I have pictures of
Corin,
Kaci, &
Raven.
I have scars (which I have no choice in keeping) from and pictures of
Mary/Kat.
I've got pictures, taken by somebody else, of
Sarah from when whoever it was left a CD filled with images at my place.
See?
I'm sappy as all get out.
So much time these days is spent alone. I suspect, excepting some major change or revelation I've yet to get to, that much time in the future shall be spent the same. I treasure every happiness I've ever had and I'm sorry if I'm violating some unspecified relationship rule that says I'm supposed to let go.