Working in non-profit and making no money, but having a passion for the work I do is awesomeness.
Dating a 21-year old was...both odd and satisfying. He's gone now, moved to Montana for work. I'm on the hunt for love and the best sex ever, preferably with a man in his mid-to-late 30s. No offense to the youngsters, and I'm open to "true love" with any age practically, but what're the odds?
To sum up, I'm living my life backward-- dating guys in their 20s when I didn't do that when I was in my 20s myself; drinking beer now, fattening as all get-out, but I swear, my taste buds changed; working for very little money, moving into the smallest space ever, becoming less attached to "things" and more attached to people and the future of the planet. It's like I just got out of college.
That's me. Happy for you. Wish you journaled. All the best, babe.
That sounds amazing, I'm very glad to hear that you are enjoying life.
It turns out this post was at best wishful thinking and at worst tempting fate.
Fate responded by blindsiding me with a freight train and these past five months have been a particularly unexpected variety of hell.
I've spent the last two weeks staring at a blank update journal page as I just don't have the slightest idea where to start or what to say and quite frankly pretending it is all some nightmare that I can just wake up from seems easier than trying to explain or make some sense of what has happened.
Anyway, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and provided it isn't an on coming train, I'll hopefully be able to put it all behind me and start rebuilding my life next month.
Glad to hear from you, I was touched by your thoughts and I missed having them in my life.
You say I know where to find you but do I? Did I ever know where you are? Who you are?
I am unsure what prompted your appearance I am unsure why I am responding Perhaps these six long years have softened me Perhaps I wish to give you a chance to state your piece to hear you out
Perhaps I only want to wish you well absolve you then say goodbye
What are you looking for, old friend? Or who? I cannot promise to be there for you Forgive me if, even after all this time, I do not trust you
But Perhaps I should hear you out or let you simply say goodbye
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Working in non-profit and making no money, but having a passion for the work I do is awesomeness.
Dating a 21-year old was...both odd and satisfying. He's gone now, moved to Montana for work. I'm on the hunt for love and the best sex ever, preferably with a man in his mid-to-late 30s. No offense to the youngsters, and I'm open to "true love" with any age practically, but what're the odds?
To sum up, I'm living my life backward-- dating guys in their 20s when I didn't do that when I was in my 20s myself; drinking beer now, fattening as all get-out, but I swear, my taste buds changed; working for very little money, moving into the smallest space ever, becoming less attached to "things" and more attached to people and the future of the planet. It's like I just got out of college.
That's me. Happy for you. Wish you journaled. All the best, babe.
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It turns out this post was at best wishful thinking and at worst tempting fate.
Fate responded by blindsiding me with a freight train and these past five months have been a particularly unexpected variety of hell.
I've spent the last two weeks staring at a blank update journal page as I just don't have the slightest idea where to start or what to say and quite frankly pretending it is all some nightmare that I can just wake up from seems easier than trying to explain or make some sense of what has happened.
Anyway, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and provided it isn't an on coming train, I'll hopefully be able to put it all behind me and start rebuilding my life next month.
Glad to hear from you, I was touched by your thoughts and I missed having them in my life.
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but do I?
Did I ever know where you are?
Who you are?
I am unsure
what prompted your appearance
I am unsure
why I am responding
Perhaps these six long years
have softened me
Perhaps I wish
to give you a chance to state your piece
to hear you out
Perhaps I only want to
wish you well
absolve you
then say goodbye
What are you looking for, old friend?
Or who?
I cannot promise to be there for you
Forgive me if, even after all this time, I do not trust you
But
Perhaps I should hear you out
or let you simply say goodbye
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