I was solidly distracted and entertained all night, thank you all. I also ran into a few people I didn’t expect to see, and was happy to reconnect. It was fun having everyone ride the Dahon and the tandem around the house, I was glad for such a large bike turnout. Part of me wants to go up to the Stronghold for the party there now, but I didn’t get enough sleep last night and I’m ready to fall asleep despite the requisite sadness returning.

There are brief moments of so much distracting happiness I feel pretty okay. I’m glad so many good people are around. I still feel lost about what to do with how I feel. I’m getting tired of saying I’m sad… I suppose I’m getting tired of feeling sad.

Good times at Hazard Factory this morning, and tonight’s party should be interesting.

btm you are serious about this thing being huge
I was just talking to someone on the phone who I didn’t even know knew you who is going
I’ll probably stop by too

I won’t bother saying what I’d rather be doing though. I feel really bad about myself lately because of how I feel. I feel wrong, broken, unwanted or something. I don’t think this things, before anyone goes off and tells me to stop. But I do feel them.

So I ran off to the 9lb due to foursquare telling me divide and serif were there, against my better, “I promise I don’t drink a lot” judgement. As it turns out, tomorrow will be epic. Make sure you come.

An hour of rambling produces three hundred words and I delete them all. It’s been a while since I did that. I’ve said them all before, they serve no purpose.

I miss L. It keeps me up at night. Sadness makes me want to hug and hold someone, feel connected, reminded of heart. This is the only support that matters, and you can’t have it when you need it the most.

My mind was elsewhere most of the day, but I did feel good about the work I accomplished. I’m not sure how much of embracing my feelings and focusing them helps compared to time. But I’m okay with it.

Part of me is frustrated with going through this phase again. I’ve gone through this once before and it wasn’t time that resolved it, it was enough growth to recognize where my heart was sabotaging me. There’s some degree of sadness in that itself.

Looking forward to seeing someone, and not being able two, are two separate parts of me in conflict. They don’t meet on even ground and I think the battles between them involve a lot of miscommunication.

I’ve mostly given up on trying to make sense of where I am. I’d say I’ve lost hope, but I create hope where there is none, to my own detriment.

Mostly, I still keep myself distracted by going out drinking with friends, or physical tasks like a bide ride or mowing the lawn. Sometimes I have the energy to focus my feelings at emphasizing, despite it hurting a bit.

I still don’t know where to go from here, but generally forward. I still feel like I’ve lost something incredibly meaningful and valuable to me, and I’m troubled by the reality that I couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

I do my best to stay away from the computer after last call, my will power is understandably weaker then, and I tend to be invasive in ways that I don’t feel are appropriate any longer. I keep hoping to be proved wrong. Silly heart, being you.

I feel misunderstood a bit, and at times I feel like if I could only explain myself better it would make some kind of a difference. I feel like talking about all of this is the most important thing to do, but that’s only important to me, which isn’t enough.

On one hand I look back at where my feelings were a little while ago, and think about feeling that way today, still wanting to date. I can’t imagine it, I feel like so much has changed. Hmm.

I’m just rambling now. It’s going to be so hard going through this again, especially feeling the way I do now.

My grandparents told me their proud of me, moving out here from the sticks and being all successful or whatever I am. I like what I do, and it excites me, but sometimes life itself is what I’m proudest of.

friend: whats your endgame
friend: because it’s gotta beat mine
friend: which is simply – don’t get trapped in an unhappy relationship again
me: hahaha. word.
me: well, the stereotypical endgame, and we tend to feel weird about not achieving, is settling down with kids + wife + house in this american myth sort of way. It’s what’s sold to us, but it’s not real anyhow. whatever.
me: My endgame is finding a cohort I can love and support who wants to do crazy things with me, live according to our ethics, and have a positive impact on the parts of the world that around us.

For those that don’t know, endgame is a WoW (MMORPG) joke. You can’t beat WoW, so it’s ironic. Yes, dork culture is funnier than you.

When I look back at growing up and think about the parts that were hard, I tend to think of the emotional times. In the midst of my parents divorce I spent eighth grade at a small school called “The Toddy Pond School”. There was some irony in the name, since I grew up near the shores of Toddy Pond in Surry, but this was named after another, and was in Swansville, a good 45 minute commute. An alternative school with no grades, multiple recesses playing tag, and show and tell, I named it “The warm and fuzzy school”. The interesting part was that students there with happily married parents were in the minority.

I suppose the worst I ever felt about my parents divorce was alienation when I was younger, and perhaps some frustration in regards to visitation with my father in the years before I started to figure him out. I don’t know how normal it is in a public school these days to come from a broken home, I have to assume much more, that our generation lead having divorced parents into a more casual era. However one thing hasn’t changed, and won’t. Kids are fucking cruel. It’s still bound to hurt when other people twist the knife, even if you don’t know how else it’s supposed to be.

I didn’t know life any different until into my twenties. An ex-girlfriend started making occasional comments about “how good I had it”, implying in some way that my success was more from the opportunities I had than I wanted to admit. I once said something to L about being a white male, and having all off the benefits that come along with that, and she said I had overcome more than I was admitting. Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I still haven’t stopped to think about it a whole lot. Life with my parents the way it was, simply was.

I hope that for n. The circumstances are what they are. It’s terribly unfortunate, but I wish for the consolation of no feelings of loss. Godspeed little guy.

Though I really do feel for you, because I know your heart is huge and being a person of that type always makes it a heavier burden when you’re unlucky in love

Lots of talk about my heart. I realize more taking ownership of my feelings, and them being mine. I’m less interested in sharing them, or broadcasting them perhaps. My thought goes into motivation. It’s possible to overthink all of this, so it’s still important to let my heart drive. But it’s sad. Standing outside the movie theater I wrapped my arms around the banister at the edge of the balcony as the fear of throwing myself off takes it’s usual hold. Only now, it’s sad.

Doors that were flung open are slowly being sealed back shut again. Along the way, I’ve gotten to see a little bit more of what’s inside them. It’s difficult remembering, because it makes me sad, but I have to live with that sadness. I’m not really in a position to walk away right now, so I get up and do what has to be done. Oh, hello Father.

It’s ____ how we justify reality, rationalize what happens to use, and explain it all away. I’m not very interested in any of it anymore.

And so it goes, a special room in my heart carved out. On my 27th birthday, more than ever, I’m not the person I was a year ago, and I could never go back.

Incredibly sad.

Can’t decide if I’m supposed to embrace it, avoid it, or run a lap in response.

Feels hopeless, which makes me feel not strong enough for anyone.

I had a little mission that kept me in the city center last night which lead into another night of tomfoolery with the hack night kids. Mostly the usual, buncha drinking. Notable accomplishments were the projection of gay porn on the side of R Place, and Matt not only having one girl storm out the bar, (perhaps in hopes that Galen would chase her?) but getting chastised by the Tacos Gringos employee for hassling the other girl at the bar before we even got to Tacos Gringos. Some people have the craziest ideas… why are you looking at me?

Out of the millions of photos of Ben Country, a couple finally showed up of me. I’m such a loner. Here’s me looking all grumpy and lonerish, although mostly I wasn’t feeling like standing in a group of people and was thinking. Andre came over, and towards the time to go so did Alex, and good conversations were had.

The other is at another stop on the way out while waiting for the Ginger/Dog debacle to come to some resolution. I forget how broad shouldered I am.

Star Trek opens today. I was going to wait until tomorrow, being Friday and all, it seemed like the better day. I may just go out this afternoon, consider it a birthday treat to myself.

A year ago today one of my great grandmothers, Mae, died. She was 95. She had been suffering from Alzheimer’s for some time, and thus most of us couldn’t see her anymore. I expected that would have made it easier than it was. I miss her, and everything that was her. I found an old email from mom from that time today.

I also want you to know that just because a relationship ends doesn’t mean that you didn’t love that person….or continue to love that person. It’s how you use that experience going forward that continues to shape you.

Father is interesting. Or his impact on his family. Stoic independence to his death it seems, while we stand in a row watching, unable to do anything more. It’s a trend in my life, but, I think I’m feeling sorry for myself. A old friend from Maine IM’d me today talking about having problems with his wife. Looking at it, I’m reminded that all you can do is say how you feel and stand back and watch. I act on my emotions a lot. I’ve talked in the past about learning to filter them, and had a few conversations where I’ve been told I shouldn’t. Still, perhaps I need a different way of expressing my intentions. Mother made note that there’s a big difference between how you feel and what actions you choose as a result. I’ve been trying to put more in thought into what actions I feel like taking before I allow them to execute to identify what threads of them are selfish indulgence.

It’s feeling like something needs to be done about ones feelings that may be a premature assumption.