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I think I’ve developed an aversion to blogging. It’s really weird, because I have also seen more of a shift (for me, anyway) toward the social networking stuff. Google+ is like blogging, streamlined. But it’s not very personal, and my attraction to blogging was always to express myself, particularly the deeper and grittier stuff that Continue reading →
Don’t I pick the best subject lines? (Not so much.) I have Crohn’s Disease (since 1993) and a family history of colorectal cancer. I hadn’t seen a gastroenterologist since 2007; I used to see one doctor who retired, and I was passed over to his colleague, who turned out to be a jerk, so I Continue reading →
When I was in my mid-teens, I lived in Orlando, Florida. We moved there when I was 14 and I lived there for two very troubled years. My time there began amongst my peers with a third-degree interview (“Do you turn on?” was a key question.) and a fight of 8 against 1 (me) that Continue reading →
For the first time in at least a year and probably more like 2, I’m Processing something heavy. I’ve attempted to ignore it and brush it under the rug, and previously when these feelings emerged I was able to do that. This time, not so much. Worse, it’s become apparent to me that there are Continue reading →
I’m sure few will be interested in reading this. It’s just some info on 7th and 8th House Suns that I Googled, after mentioning my 7th House Sun to Soli in comments a moment ago. I knew my Sun placement had a lot to do with my compulsive need to find a close friend with Continue reading →
I’m waxing thoughtful tonight, and the post that follows was going to eat at me til I got up and wrote it, even though right now I have little idea of what I will say. So much has been happening, and I’ve considered the past few days about putting up a bullet list, but there’s Continue reading →
I think this is going to be a defining year in my life. I hope that good things are in store, but given that the year kicked off with some challenging events, I am certain that 2008 will contain a good deal of soul-searching. I need to take personal inventory – a cold, hard look at who I am and what I’m about.
I’ve spent the last 9 years focused on my personal growth (jeez, time flies), and I thought I was doing pretty well. But I’ve discovered that perhaps I haven’t gained as much ground as I’d thought in some areas, and in others I have gained more than I was aware. But right now the only thing keeping me from despairing is that Meridjet is still with
This is one of many formerly private letters I wrote to Meridjet over the years. Don’t read it if you’re easily discomfited by gushing or whining or anything overly emotional, because this makes even me cringe and hide my head under a pillow. 
Hence, another non-helpful cut tag. This letter is from an archival post dated 13 October 2003. You might’ve read in an earlier post how he told me not to say, “I love you,” without feeling it; he didn’t want it to be automatic.
Another archival post. Between reading this post and updating the site over the last couple of days with regard to tags and categories, I’m firmly reminded that I still have yet to write the detailed post on doubt I promised a while back. I should probably get a notebook to keep a list of intended subject matter, but right now I have so many lists that I can’t find one for the 80 others piled haphazardly on top of it. To say I need to get better organized is something of an understatement, but there is progress on that front already. This week, alas, has been a sort of bubble of nightmarish worries overtaking regular activity, but if you ignore the last four days, things are moving smoothly along
The degree to which every person is a proverbial island impresses me more deeply every year, I think. Perhaps it is so blatant and frakkin’ horrible to me because I’ve had the blessing of a telepathic and empathic link with another being, in my relationship to Meridjet. Every year of my life that passes finds me more skeptical than the year before about the possibility of ever finding another person who understands me and who won’t at some point abandon me. I have an intricate history of searching. Let me tell you a little about it. (Old friends of my various journals may be somewhat familiar with some of the things I’ll be saying in this post.)
Not sure where to begin, but why not throw caution to the wind
vics (very important clicks)