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I want to be able to connect with people, but I feel like my experience is not recognized, which makes that very difficult if not impossible.
2006-08-30
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Your honesty is one of your greatest strengths, but it pains me when you turn it as a weapon against yourself, because it's applied on the wrong scale; while you may be overly/brutally honest about a specific thing to your detriment, you aren't being honest about if you need the self abasement, or why.
There are times that you let me be someone different when talking to you, someone I'd like to see get out more, and I'm incredibly grateful for that. You seem to get something out of it as well, which emboldens and gives me hope.
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There are times that you let me be someone different when talking to you, someone I'd like to see get out more, and I'm incredibly grateful for that. You seem to get something out of it as well, which emboldens and gives me hope.
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part the second
My first year in grad school, I lived in a cheap two story duplex on the far side of town from campus ("the far side" being five miles away). It wasn't a great place, but it was the first place of my own (until my ex moved in with me, a month or so into the term), and it was Boris' first home.
He was a smart, hyper kitten, with ears and big, green eyes way too big for his kitten head (he only sort of grew into them as an adult). I remember sitting downstairs working on Japanese homework when the patter/thump of kitten feet on the stairs made me look up. Standing there, proudly displaying his kill, was Boris, a black rollerball pen held in his teeth by the clip. He was so small that it took concerted effort for him to keep it off the floor; he had to twist his head to the left, which was easier standing than running. Once he was sure I'd seen him, he made a circuit of the living room, stopping every few steps to lift the pen up again, before running back upstairs. Until we moved next year, that was his pen, and he'd get upset if it wasn't out somewhere he could find it. Any time people came over, he'd repeat his performance, to the squeeling delight of all.
He was a smart, hyper kitten, with ears and big, green eyes way too big for his kitten head (he only sort of grew into them as an adult). I remember sitting downstairs working on Japanese homework when the patter/thump of kitten feet on the stairs made me look up. Standing there, proudly displaying his kill, was Boris, a black rollerball pen held in his teeth by the clip. He was so small that it took concerted effort for him to keep it off the floor; he had to twist his head to the left, which was easier standing than running. Once he was sure I'd seen him, he made a circuit of the living room, stopping every few steps to lift the pen up again, before running back upstairs. Until we moved next year, that was his pen, and he'd get upset if it wasn't out somewhere he could find it. Any time people came over, he'd repeat his performance, to the squeeling delight of all.
a rough end to an OK day
Just as I was getting ready to turn into my neighborhood, I felt all tension go out of my gear shift, and I couldn't get in gear, any gear. I hopped out and started pushing my car (a Saturn: I was very glad for the plastic body panels), until I got to the slight incline, at which point physics stopped toying with me and started fighting back. Luckily, a nice couple of young-ish alterafolk stopped and offered a hand, and we got my my car pushed off onto a side street (strangely, as we'd made the turn, another sorta hipster looking guy pulled over to ask if we needed help; I'm starting to wonder if we don't live on the wrong side of McClendon).
So, presumably my car is in the process of being towed to the Saturn dealership, and I'll talk to them first thing in the morning. Bleh, I don't want to have to worry about a new car or major expenses on repairing mine. I really, really hope it's a relatively inexpensive fix.
So, presumably my car is in the process of being towed to the Saturn dealership, and I'll talk to them first thing in the morning. Bleh, I don't want to have to worry about a new car or major expenses on repairing mine. I really, really hope it's a relatively inexpensive fix.