Desultory and Impulsive

Note to self...

When pasting post from note feature on phone delete phantom star asterisks.
 
Went looking for said picture I am sure I posted.

All I found were a bunch of memories.
 
Ha, I wish I could figure out men 🙄

We are pretty consistently basic. Deviation from our perception of normal (and plans of what we want to become normal) is where things become a little sketchy

Women can reinvent themselves on a dime. Turn a complete 180 at any given moment.

Women are also way the fuck more resilient pretty much in every aspect of life.
 
We are pretty consistently basic. Deviation from our perception of normal (and plans of what we want to become normal) is where things become a little sketchy

Women can reinvent themselves on a dime. Turn a complete 180 at any given moment.

Women are also way the fuck more resilient pretty much in every aspect of life.

I will agree we are more resilient. We’ll let a man ruin us and put the pieces back together and try again...and again.
 
Women's sexual interests and kinks seem to be transitory and mercurial.

Those of men are unchanging and set in stone.
 
Yesterday during lunch
We were talking

Well... I was talking
She was eating

And after I was done talking
And after she was done eating

She looked at me
And said...

"How did you get so smart?"


And it's things like that
That I'm going to miss about her

Unprovoked
In person validation

...and the intimate way she looks at me
With her eyes.


I will never forget
The day
I told her I was leaving.

She said abruptly "No."

It was a flat-out statement
Said in such a way that ment to give me no choice but to stay.

I was silent until she when, why, and that she understood.

Our lunch conversation carried on as normal. Periodically broken up with her saying "you can't leave. who will I have lunch with?"

I threw out other options
All of whom she shot down.

Our conversation carried on as usual
Something about People's Court. The show we watched while we ate.

Once lunch was done and we cleaned up our table she made her way towards the door to exit.

She looked at me while doing so
Paused in the door way
Her head cocked
Eyes looking directly into mine

We held each other's gaze
And she looked at me in such a way I am still trying to process.

And I keep thinking... if only she hadn't put her mask back on. Maybe then I could have gotten a better sense of what was happening within her during that particular moment... how she regarded me.
 
When he told me he was leaving
I didn't know how to react.

Well... I knew how I felt like reacting
But I didn't... I don't know.

So I said "No."

Because that was the truth if it
But I knew the truth of it in the way I wished I didn't

I asked when and why
Knowing why.

I just wanted to hear him say why. And listen to him talk. And feel him feel awkward as he did so while I looked at him. Hoping he would slip into character of pretending we meant more to each other than what we thought. Just so that I could feel as though we did.

When he told me he was leaving
I didn't know how to react.

Well... I knew how I felt like reacting
But I didn't... I don't know.

So I said "No."

Because that was the truth if it
But I knew the truth of it in a way I wished I didn't

I asked when and why

Knowing why.


I just wanted to hear him say why. And listen to him talk. And feel him feel awkward as he did so while I looked at him. Hoping he would slip into character of pretending we meant more to each other than what we thought. Just so that I could feel as though we did.

And he did
And I did
And it was wonderful.

With him in my company time was like reading a book. The type of book where reading most of it was spent daydreaming about other things only to find you have forgetten everything you've been daydreaming about because you are so entrenched in the lives of the characters of the story you read. And everything else

--just slips away.
 
I never really caught on to drinking alcohol. The pleasures of flavor and inebriation escape me. As does the practice of using it as a form of escapism

That said
It is an effective social lubricant.

But mostly it makes me physically sluggish and mentally stupid.


To a degree I envy those that are able to glean pleasure from drinking.

The moment the effects of drinking hit me, my being is always like "goddamnit. now I gotta wait for this bullshit to pass."
 
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