Need to write so apologize in advance for what I think will be a rather disjointed post.
I still can't listen to Crowded House, Don't Dream It's Over because it reminds me of IBC. It's possible he liked me after all but I was too much of a freak to allow it to happen. I don't have any illusions that I missed out on someone that could have been a long term relationship but I still think he's a swell guy. The nicest guy I've met in a long time and someone who liked smart women. A guy who was intimidated when I smoked him (and all the other men) on the shooting range but also bragged about me all day and greatly embellished my skills and performance for comedic effect. He's been dating someone for over a year now and our communication has dropped steeply off. But I wrote him today and then day dreamt about him for the rest of the day. One day I hope to find out if I was right about how he felt and apologize for being such a tool.
Magnifying mirrors are manufactured in hell. No one should ever look in them. It completely distorts your world view.
I don't understand this notion of athletes and other public figures apologizing to their family in a press release or apologizing to parents and others who considered him a role model. Need to search closer to home for your role models, mom and dad. Tiger doesn't owe you an apology.
Had repeated waking dreams of choking out whiny-ass co-worker.
2 comments:
Tiger needs to be Tiger!
You know what has been waking me up early of late--the thought of deadly hot dogs. I am a reader of the papers of news and I tell you, those things kill. The NYT talked about how like the entire population of Rockville, MD was killed in global hot dog chokings last year. How do you fix the problem? And how come more Germans dont die an "ich"y death. Those folks love wieners more than shirtless men drink free night at the Green Lantern.
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