Posts Tagged ‘confusion’

Ag Lining

24Jan11

One thing that has become abundantly clear with my increased dating and it’s correlated increased sexual activity – I am severely out of shape in terms of endurance, stamina, resistance, and flexibility. I joined a gym that’s around the corner from my place, and also started attending weekly yoga classes that are headed by a […]


First off let me make the following statement:  this is not self-sabotage. Let me follow that statement with this revision:  this is not conscious self-sabotage. I had a few dreams this week that started to pick at the mortar between the bricks of my trust in Dex.  He hasn’t done anything to instigate this, and […]


It was a Friday, and I was C’s date to her office xmas party.  It was open bar, and though at first I was resistant to the idea of getting shitfaced, I ended up succumbing to the peer pressure of being surrounded by drunk people.  Combined with barely sleeping, and barely eating, copious amounts of […]


Nothing Witty

11Dec10

Just feeling rather meh. Not quite sure what to make of things with Dex – going from talking on a daily basis to not hearing from him for days on end is not really sitting well with me.  In fact, I’m taking it as a downright rejection of sorts.  A very slow moving rejection. Here’s […]


Skepticism

22Nov10

So I’ve been reading the book, “He’s just not that into you”, and there’s only one thing I’ve been able to gather from the first 4 chapters.  If: 1) He doesn’t call 2) He doesn’t write 3) He doesn’t kiss you goodnight 4) He doesn’t ask you on another date 5) He doesn’t try to […]


Epilogue

18Oct10

Two posts in one day – insanity. It is with a heavy heart .. okay not heart, conscience?  No not that either .. a heavy sigh?  That’ll work. It’s with a heavy sigh that I write this entry, because it essentially capture the philosophical death of two people I’ve been somewhat associated with in the […]


So here is the thing about my life – I like it how it is.  I live in on my own, by my own rules, at my own pace, and by whatever means fits my mood at the time.  It’s called independence people, and it’s what I thrive in. But a relationship?  Or even when […]