I can’t imagine what I was thinking when I wrote Sorry. Well, I can, I know what I think, I just don’t know how it came out that way.

I have a great deal of frustration over folks not getting it, and not bothering to ask me about it. Like the entire episode with everyone implying I only fall in love with people who break up with me. Granted, I lose out a bit because I’m frustrated with having to keep having that conversation. I’ve tried off and on, in different ways and degrees, over the years to try to explain some things to M. I don’t know that they get across, and I think. Well. Hmm. I think this may have been a mistake. I think, in retrospect, its a matter of figuring out other people as best you can and letting them figure you out at their own pace. Hmm.

Not having had many good leaders, maybe a couple, I’ve been wondering what that is lately. Part of it is setting an example, and perhaps that is unintentionally the most common by way of experience. But what is conscious? I can’t identify a situation in the last five years or so where I think a move was made for my benefit.

There is a commonality at play here. As Fromm speaks of the anxiety of separation, perhaps this is my disappointment in my connections with other people.