Way back in the before time, shortly after my motorcycle accident, I dated S. I remember her wondering about what I was like before the accident. I thought about that recently, when R was thinking out loud about how I was in Vancouver and in Maine compared to in Seattle, and worrying about what was the cause of the marked difference. Mom and I talked about this for a bit, and she emphasized about how Maine wasn’t normal, because it was an emotionally intense period. Therefore it wasn’t sustainable. We weren’t working as well, so it was somewhat artificial period.

Still, I’m here craving junk food with a sense of tiredness hiding on the edges. It was a long weekend in some ways.

Mom agreed with my disappointment in not hearing from M at all during the last few weeks. Oh well, though. Life goes on, and time passes. Still, she mentioned tonight having feelings that she thought had past stirred up recently. That happens too.

I’m planning on trying to get out of situations that are going to stress me out for a while.