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It's been a few days.
My thoughts have some sense to them, now that they exist once again.
My mind has recovered, from being blown away.
Shocking, how open minded I can be to something I.... feared or misunderstood, never gave a second thought or a real chance.
Curiosity killed the paranoia.
Should I be scared or honored to know that I can make someone cry by doing something simple like living where I do? I wish I knew, for it works the other way as well.
I'm finding that being so slow to react is aggravating even to myself. Sometimes it has it's uses, such as dealing with people who try my patience. Other times, it's vexxing. I just want to say to myself "C'mon you, what's the issue now?" But I'm sure I'd ignore myself because I'd be getting on my own nerves, both sides of the argument annoyed with the other.
Oh, what to do......
My thoughts have some sense to them, now that they exist once again.
My mind has recovered, from being blown away.
Shocking, how open minded I can be to something I.... feared or misunderstood, never gave a second thought or a real chance.
Curiosity killed the paranoia.
Should I be scared or honored to know that I can make someone cry by doing something simple like living where I do? I wish I knew, for it works the other way as well.
I'm finding that being so slow to react is aggravating even to myself. Sometimes it has it's uses, such as dealing with people who try my patience. Other times, it's vexxing. I just want to say to myself "C'mon you, what's the issue now?" But I'm sure I'd ignore myself because I'd be getting on my own nerves, both sides of the argument annoyed with the other.
Oh, what to do......