Musing

I carry ancient burdens.

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

What I call jealousy is really something more primitive — the fear that I’ve simply ceased to exist in your mind.

Poor decision-making on my part.

Living in fear of the past….

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

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.

I like stretching with hot women. It’s like, my pandemic equivalent of sitting in a bar and meeting people – something I love to do.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!