I sure do ask a lot of questions.
Why is it that even though we are aware of the absence of someone or something, we still continue to look for them or it? I don't understand. I do this nearly every week. I look for something that I know is not there and won't be there. I drive myself crazy doing this.
Am I hoping that through my constant checking of its status that the status will change? Is it like the old saying about staring at water to make it boil faster? I am wondering if I have become so attached to this object, more so than I am supposed to be? Has it become a part of me? I generally get a lot of happiness from my absent friend, so is that why I keep checking for it? Has it become a necessity of my day? Is it an addiction of sorts? I am perplexed.
My relationship with this absent part of my life is supposed to remain at arms length. Have I allowed it to go past that? Have I allowed myself to get too attached already? Its only been a close part of my life since April, though in my life for a year. I seem to be constantly thinking about it, probably because I have so much time on my hands these days.
Am I really missing it that much or because I have nothing else to do than think about it, have I made a mountain out of a mole hill? I am thinking that's the case. There I go again. Thinking. I really need a hobby!
Am I hoping that through my constant checking of its status that the status will change? Is it like the old saying about staring at water to make it boil faster? I am wondering if I have become so attached to this object, more so than I am supposed to be? Has it become a part of me? I generally get a lot of happiness from my absent friend, so is that why I keep checking for it? Has it become a necessity of my day? Is it an addiction of sorts? I am perplexed.
My relationship with this absent part of my life is supposed to remain at arms length. Have I allowed it to go past that? Have I allowed myself to get too attached already? Its only been a close part of my life since April, though in my life for a year. I seem to be constantly thinking about it, probably because I have so much time on my hands these days.
Am I really missing it that much or because I have nothing else to do than think about it, have I made a mountain out of a mole hill? I am thinking that's the case. There I go again. Thinking. I really need a hobby!