Musing

When women disappoint me once, they almost always do it again. And again. And again. And still? I keep going back for more. Though less than before.

I think I offended an old friend.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

I carry ancient burdens.

Meditating helps. The addict’s mind in the face of pain and loss….

Google’s a shitty dictionary. I Googled “define jealousy” (And a note: I’ve been experimenting with Neeva, an alternative to Google that’s pretty. fucking. cool. BUT… I don’t use Neeva in incognito mode, because you need an account – free –…

Poor decision-making on my part.

Living in fear of the past….

Charlotte lifts her dress for me, and I manage to be… disappointed?!?

Like a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the flame of rejection, the flame of abandonment, the flame of disappointment. Here’s a little vignette: Charlotte and I have been…