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I've been in my apartment since April and it was about a month before that when I was told we'd be splitting up. Some days, things are good. I've got my routine down and have started doing lots of activities: hiking at the nearby mountain, adult kickball, dragonboat practice, sometimes I'll bike to work. Then there's philosophy and board game meetups, and recently I started playing ultimate again.
And then there are days like today. The people I've developed friendships with at work have become reticent the past week or so. I'm partial tp attributing that to the overtime everyone has been doing. But part of me suspects there's something I did and I can't figure out what. And then, I get home and just have this overwhelming sadness. I know it's the isolation I feel, but damn. It's like a psychic kick to the head.
All this is really putting me in the mood to appreciate the blues show tonight at a different level than before.
And then there are days like today. The people I've developed friendships with at work have become reticent the past week or so. I'm partial tp attributing that to the overtime everyone has been doing. But part of me suspects there's something I did and I can't figure out what. And then, I get home and just have this overwhelming sadness. I know it's the isolation I feel, but damn. It's like a psychic kick to the head.
All this is really putting me in the mood to appreciate the blues show tonight at a different level than before.