It's been a long, long time
I've changed.
We all have.
I'm inclined to look the same things differently and different things the same way. I have added some notches to my belt and knocked off some of the things on my to-do-list. The circle has grown; I'm finding it hard to keep track. Some people are finding that even harder to accept...
Since my last post I have been in and out of a relationship, picked up Salsa dancing as my new outlet, kept earning my keep at the video store, moved one flatmate out, my sister in, my sister back out, and a new flatmate in.
I have changed five lightbulbs, seen a play twice, spent three days at a festival, met eight new friends, beared my whole soul to one friend, told a thousand half truths, seen the doctor three times, cleaned my room four times over, been to the movies five times and watched a million on tv.
Now that I am all caught up, I'm spending my time honing my ability to impress the person in my head. I'm not as transparent as I once was; that feels great. Every now and then I get a bitter-sweet surge but last night this was placated by a smile and a song. I have cried a few times, I was moved - still am.
I can't deny the benefit of a good cryptic rant like the good old days but where's my Charlotte when I need her?
We all have.
I'm inclined to look the same things differently and different things the same way. I have added some notches to my belt and knocked off some of the things on my to-do-list. The circle has grown; I'm finding it hard to keep track. Some people are finding that even harder to accept...
Since my last post I have been in and out of a relationship, picked up Salsa dancing as my new outlet, kept earning my keep at the video store, moved one flatmate out, my sister in, my sister back out, and a new flatmate in.
I have changed five lightbulbs, seen a play twice, spent three days at a festival, met eight new friends, beared my whole soul to one friend, told a thousand half truths, seen the doctor three times, cleaned my room four times over, been to the movies five times and watched a million on tv.
Now that I am all caught up, I'm spending my time honing my ability to impress the person in my head. I'm not as transparent as I once was; that feels great. Every now and then I get a bitter-sweet surge but last night this was placated by a smile and a song. I have cried a few times, I was moved - still am.
I can't deny the benefit of a good cryptic rant like the good old days but where's my Charlotte when I need her?