Thursday, March 13, 2003
funny how the prospect of joy makes me antsy and crabby. otherwise, i would never have been offended when you asked me to please stop talking about the job you might get and how it meshes with our plans because you're superstitious. also, though? i really do think figuring out future plans is more important than your jinx-phobia. i'm juggling a lot of stuff, here.
bleh. distance makes me . . . i don't know, weird, sensitive, un-please-able. suddenly someone else isn't a person-presence so much as a collection of a) moments that delight you and b) moments that aren't good enough. although i'll admit there are way more of a), and what b) exist are only the small ones that have to do with being human . . . it's just never as good as rolling over to steal your covers back in the night. some days six months apart seems like such incredible folly.
ug.
bleh. distance makes me . . . i don't know, weird, sensitive, un-please-able. suddenly someone else isn't a person-presence so much as a collection of a) moments that delight you and b) moments that aren't good enough. although i'll admit there are way more of a), and what b) exist are only the small ones that have to do with being human . . . it's just never as good as rolling over to steal your covers back in the night. some days six months apart seems like such incredible folly.
ug.
