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i had a wonderful day. yes. i did. and for no apparent reason. there was nothing special about today, in fact, one could even remark that it was more boring than exciting. but it was wonderful. i saw my old friend jamie and danny too. and then i got caught by alden (more formally known as the touret's dude), and the encounter was more enjoyable than not--surprisingly! and i chatted with jonathan, who i haven't talked to in forever. i did my calculus hmwk...thanks to nicole. went shopping with rob for lisa. and that was it. nothing spectacular. christine put switchfoot on today...beautiful letdown...and i haven't listened to the cd in over a month. it just reminds me of good times. that was an awesome concert.
but i was pondering--as i often do. do you ever get the feeling that someone cares about you more than you care about them? or maybe vice-versa. it's a bit freaky. and then you feel bad because you feel like you owe them something, but i don't think you really do. i think it just seems that way.
someone i know is going to start seeing a therapist again (i don't know if it's a therapist, or a counselor, or a psychiatrist). should i be worried? i don't know. i'm really not sure what to think. and it's not the sort of thing you can talk about with other people, because i'm sure the person i'm talking about wouldn't want other people knowing. it's not the sort of thing you advertise or put on a resume. it's more hush-hush. why can't everyone just be normal (not that normal has a specific definition)? or i wish there was a way i could help them and then everything would be fixed. but i guess life doesn't work that way. o well, i'm starting to ramble. imma stop.
but i was pondering--as i often do. do you ever get the feeling that someone cares about you more than you care about them? or maybe vice-versa. it's a bit freaky. and then you feel bad because you feel like you owe them something, but i don't think you really do. i think it just seems that way.
someone i know is going to start seeing a therapist again (i don't know if it's a therapist, or a counselor, or a psychiatrist). should i be worried? i don't know. i'm really not sure what to think. and it's not the sort of thing you can talk about with other people, because i'm sure the person i'm talking about wouldn't want other people knowing. it's not the sort of thing you advertise or put on a resume. it's more hush-hush. why can't everyone just be normal (not that normal has a specific definition)? or i wish there was a way i could help them and then everything would be fixed. but i guess life doesn't work that way. o well, i'm starting to ramble. imma stop.