Death for me over the years has rarely been difficult to process and move on. I've buried quite a few, only mourned a couple. The two I mourn are now memories I guard so earnestly a mother bear could not rival my ferocity. These two people immediately bring on the wet eyes and short tight breaths when I just so much as think on their lives, their influence, and my loss.
This past January I experienced a third loss of someone very important in my life. It's hit me very hard, and I am surprise
Now that I have this, I must wonder immediately, what is to be done with this? Am I to use it as another station for reposting of other journal entries I find to be of quality? Am I to use it as another place to let my basest anger be loosed? Or am I merely to figure out the purpose later on?
I have a date tonight.
Just dinner, nothing exciting. A friend of a friend and I've seen him before at parties and at the bar. In a way I'm happy to be back on the scene, but at the same time I'm tired of it (just like everybody else?).
So many things have changed and/or have been redefined for me in the past year. I know myself much better, but now instead of being super easy-going and open, I've found myself to have a list of terms and conditions. Such as: I don't think I eve
It's just past midnight and I'm watching a rerun of "Dallas" on Soapnet. I've never done one of these blogs before, but I'll give it a shot.
I'm going to jump right into my normal issues. One of the biggest things I'm dealing with right now is my fear of the end of the world. Thanks to members of this forum I've been working on it and evaluating the validity of the fear. However, at my job I have coworkers that froth at the mouth whenever we have an earthquake, bad