life and times
feeling the severity of absolutism (living in truth)
moment to moment
image to words to inanimate counterbalancing communication
or in other words, walking across the same threshold twice within an hour.. (and also, the variables leading up to your departure).
if one looks for symbolism as a catalyst in making decisions, then I am bound to this lack of sex for the immediate future, at the very least.
I drove home with my sweater on and my shirt and bra in my lap. I'm still confused. still processing. ..left to wonder if this is twenty-something dating:
loneliness>phonecall>mutualgratification>departure..
except that tonight, there was little to no satisfiable action- tonight, there was only quite possibly the most embarrassing scenario I've ever played a part in. and I was on the butt end. I ended up driving home alone at five thirty in the morning.
to account for it here.
(to sum it all up quickly) I was with an old flame, presumably to have sex. there was a knock on the door amidst floundering hands and wet kisses. a scurrying for clothing. an (actual) triangular conversation. and a quick exit.
I can't be upset.. where's the possession in an assumed one night encounter? it's not like I'd plans for it to be anything but an isolated experience. but I don't know.
this has thrown me off my rocker for a bit. but a good reminder, nevertheless(?): consistent reevaluation as a theme for this here life.
o, and something about abstaining from undesirable circumstance.
(there's always that..)
moment to moment
image to words to inanimate counterbalancing communication
or in other words, walking across the same threshold twice within an hour.. (and also, the variables leading up to your departure).
if one looks for symbolism as a catalyst in making decisions, then I am bound to this lack of sex for the immediate future, at the very least.
I drove home with my sweater on and my shirt and bra in my lap. I'm still confused. still processing. ..left to wonder if this is twenty-something dating:
loneliness>phonecall>mutualgratification>departure..
except that tonight, there was little to no satisfiable action- tonight, there was only quite possibly the most embarrassing scenario I've ever played a part in. and I was on the butt end. I ended up driving home alone at five thirty in the morning.
to account for it here.
(to sum it all up quickly) I was with an old flame, presumably to have sex. there was a knock on the door amidst floundering hands and wet kisses. a scurrying for clothing. an (actual) triangular conversation. and a quick exit.
I can't be upset.. where's the possession in an assumed one night encounter? it's not like I'd plans for it to be anything but an isolated experience. but I don't know.
this has thrown me off my rocker for a bit. but a good reminder, nevertheless(?): consistent reevaluation as a theme for this here life.
o, and something about abstaining from undesirable circumstance.
(there's always that..)