urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_q11 none mr_q11 2006-06-22T15:15:13Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_q11:984 2006-06-22T15:15:13Z 2006-06-22T15:15:13Z none <a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Rambling man..."> <div><strong><font color="#800000" size="4">I will be headed over to&nbsp;___'s place after work. She called and dropped me last night. Isn't that interesting? I guess she has feelings that she thinks I don't reciprocate. To be fair, I don't, not the way she has them. I care, but I'm not 'in love'.&nbsp;</font></strong></div> <div><strong><font color="#800000" size="4">I'm feeling a little disconnected from everything and, pretty much, everyone. I'm not sure if I will ever feel connected again. This has always been a great fear of mine. Losing the ability to love is hell, I always thought. It feels more like peace, though. Hard to say. I just know that she is upset and doesn't want to..&nbsp;I dunno, wait? for me to get it together. I'm not sure she should. It could be a LONG time. Guess I'm still too damaged inside to think about it. To take the idea of love seriously.</font></strong> </div> </div> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mr_q11:592 2005-11-30T04:42:34Z 2005-11-30T04:42:34Z <p><a name="cutid1"></a> </p> <p>I lived another life. Completely different from this one. Times were hard, challenges were a daily thing. Now, not so much. Mostly making my way the only way I know how. I worry that my tools aren't right for the current job. They get me through, but not smoothly. </p> <p>I'm re-organizing my life, one interest at a time. Slowly easing out of old habits and patterns. Too slowly for my taste, sometimes. </p>