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Nov 12, 2004 01:28

Even though it always happens, I have yet to grasp the fact that my evenings will never progress how I plan them. Regardless of what doubts or expectations I have, something comes my way that I can't refuse, or that I have to deal with. Tonight was an evening of drunken bowling. Even though a good number of students were at NATS Dr. Lesley decided ( Read more... )

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kcherriaquarian November 16 2004, 19:05:17 UTC
i totally agree with you about the "your evenings never end how up like you'd hoped they would thing". cause everytime i make this giant to-do i just put it off... and put it off... and put it off..oh well. good luck.

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Never think.... justforajones November 22 2004, 23:24:16 UTC
Never think that the psychologist is naive, right? I've discovered that a lot of times, the psychologist is very very good at reading others but cannot for the life of him figure out his own thoughts and feelings....

I wasn't afraid for my friends to know that I was talking to you. I didn't want them to see me upset and crying because I didn't want to deal with their questions. You know how it is.... if I had been talking to anyone else I would have done the same thing; hang up, shake it off, and act like everything's gravy. It's what I do.

And I called you because I was upset, wasn't sure why, and wanted you to help me figure it out.

Sorry this comment is long overdue.

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Re: Never think.... nighthawkmsu November 23 2004, 15:22:16 UTC
I was happy that you called... really. I just beat myself up afterwards because when we talk on the phone i'm smiling... and when I hang up I just come down from that "talking to haley" buzz... I just felt rushed off the phone and pushed asside... I wasn't upset that you called. And I particularly wasn't really worried about what everyone else thought.

You hit the nail on the head though. I can't figure out what the hell is going on in my head sometimes and reading others is the easiest way to keep up with the plot of my life and float through apathy before I grab hold of another decition and take a step to the right. (RHPS...FY)

...writing has become the only true honesty for me really... and it's brutal. But it gets out and at face value things are never really as bad as I feel like they are. Insomniacs club may live again... i hope.

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