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I backed up my Livejournal today.
I deleted scarcely any entries over the years, and so I ended up with 1086 overall. I'll get around to some minor command prompt running to do a secondary backup that actually includes the comments, at some point.
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The Flickers of Ego That Remain
Conversations after a life expires have become only slightly less difficult, over the years and overall. More complicated still, when the conversation is with someone notably working through guilt processing issues, when they're stumbling through an unofficial hike of ego and awareness thereof. It's a series of corrective steps careening from an ( Read more... ) -
Ego, The Suppression Of, The Termination Of
There is a distinction among the utmost importance, as one grows older.
Not behaves older, nor dons the trappings of age like a costume, not even the act of accumulating injuries to mind and flesh.
As one grows older, as they mature, certain elements are demanded of individuals, by the very nature of existing long enough for things to happen to ( Read more... ) -
Rituals, Light Switches, Pt. 1
It's not out of guilt stemming from neglect, when I stop back.
There's some sense of responsibility assumed, however.
¿Have you ever had to maintain an empty place, or even house sit?
Maybe it's a gallery that hasn't opened just yet, a warehouse space.
Perhaps it's a more useful, yet woefully under appreciated realm, like a park or even just a garden ( Read more... ) -
The peculiar compromises that I make, as a result of my emotions
I didn't even correct her when she said that she thought it was going to be tomorrow (because that's the damnable thing about solidifying plans through messages... I have proof).
I have the day off tomorrow as well though, so now I'm going to be unreasonably ahead and happy, I suppose ( Read more... ) -
I'm honestly unsure about which is more exciting, for me
- The promise of seeing this woman again...
- The idea that she legitimately had a good enough time that she wants to see me, again.
I could almost get used to this, to the idea that just being around her makes me feel better by the inherent approval, that her voice relaxes my muscles so much that I actually have trouble walking at the New Yorker pace ( Read more... ) -
As it turns out, it was almost never I that was too busy, too overwhelmed for others.
To a significant (but certainly nowhere near total) extent, that part came about in order to make the best of it.
Luckily, I've learned a thing or two about exactly that, in the last 9 years. Fortunate, since it all comes down to me anyway. -
I waited as long as I could
I wanted to pretend that I would come back here in some secure, perfected state ( Read more... )