Thoughtmix
I'm pretty happy, and for this Livejournal, that's a rarity. But I'm determined to try to paint a more balanced image of my life for my future self. Barring the June-September period of this year, life has just been great. This is not at all reflected by the rambling whinges that comprise 90 % of this blog.
There is really nothing that I could think of adding to my relationship with Cari that could make it more complete, fulfilling or exciting than it is right now. We have already made about a million plans, each more intriguing and exciting than the last. Out of the foam of ideas has coalesced the form of a small adventure - Disneyland. It's weird how ideas bubble up out of nowhere. Over the course of half a city block, on a gloriously sunny day in the Mission, the plan was concocted and decided. And now it is set in stone. Plus I get to meet the parents on the way down there. . .
Hang on. . .
That's pretty crazy. I only landed a fortnight ago! We've been a couple for about 10 days! But this is how people fall in love, right? Or, at least, silly romantic people. The duration of a relationship becomes undefined when you spend almost all your free time with that person. . . That person . . . That person who began to exist on December 6th, 2010. As just a name in an email address line. . . I guess Pulp said it best so I'll save the philosophizing to Jarvis.
But tonight, at least, I am in the house on my own. I got a bit done. Progress here is incremental. Putting out small fires. Also a fair amount of painting and wasting time on the nets. Oh. Like a moth to a flame I was drawn back to reading Cari's livejournal. As if my previous experience hadn't already politely informed me that it was a bad idea. And, to be honest, it's not that big a deal. It's just consistently unsettling to hear about her falling in love with people who aren't me. It's clearly an illogical and stupid reaction, but I can't help compare people and circumstances. What was so special about dude A, etc. Ultimately, reading all that stuff is just a proxy for having her with me though. But it's 3:07 am, so that's all I'm getting.
I could really use a fast forward button. The next 8 days are going to be bonkers. I just can't wait to be moved into my fancy apartment and packing up my stuff for our dirty weekend in Disneyland trip to the magic kingdom.
Right, sleep. I have a seminar to write. Goodbye Pinenuts!
There is really nothing that I could think of adding to my relationship with Cari that could make it more complete, fulfilling or exciting than it is right now. We have already made about a million plans, each more intriguing and exciting than the last. Out of the foam of ideas has coalesced the form of a small adventure - Disneyland. It's weird how ideas bubble up out of nowhere. Over the course of half a city block, on a gloriously sunny day in the Mission, the plan was concocted and decided. And now it is set in stone. Plus I get to meet the parents on the way down there. . .
Hang on. . .
That's pretty crazy. I only landed a fortnight ago! We've been a couple for about 10 days! But this is how people fall in love, right? Or, at least, silly romantic people. The duration of a relationship becomes undefined when you spend almost all your free time with that person. . . That person . . . That person who began to exist on December 6th, 2010. As just a name in an email address line. . . I guess Pulp said it best so I'll save the philosophizing to Jarvis.
But tonight, at least, I am in the house on my own. I got a bit done. Progress here is incremental. Putting out small fires. Also a fair amount of painting and wasting time on the nets. Oh. Like a moth to a flame I was drawn back to reading Cari's livejournal. As if my previous experience hadn't already politely informed me that it was a bad idea. And, to be honest, it's not that big a deal. It's just consistently unsettling to hear about her falling in love with people who aren't me. It's clearly an illogical and stupid reaction, but I can't help compare people and circumstances. What was so special about dude A, etc. Ultimately, reading all that stuff is just a proxy for having her with me though. But it's 3:07 am, so that's all I'm getting.
I could really use a fast forward button. The next 8 days are going to be bonkers. I just can't wait to be moved into my fancy apartment and packing up my stuff for our dirty weekend in Disneyland trip to the magic kingdom.
Right, sleep. I have a seminar to write. Goodbye Pinenuts!