sentri

This is a pretty classic tale. Unremarkable, yet always profound and full of impact to the one experiencing it. To some extent, I blame my ex, because a lot of my current mentality was borne of trying to comrpomise with her. After a while though, I think that I lost track of where I started, and ended up completely adrift.

Again, classic and unremarkable. I've forgotten how to be me.

At this point, I'm completely aware of it. As if I set aside a part of my thoughts to look at me in third-person any time I'm in a conversation. And I'm not too thrilled with what I see.

A guy so overly cautious and afraid of expressing anything absolutely to the point that he's not only never truly comfortable around anyone, but manages to not really say anything. Or worse yet, inadvertently NOT say something so well, that he says something else entirely. In the case of the other day, something quite rude.

I'm sure there's more to say about all this, but I'm starting to get the feeling that this is coming across as some sort of introspective whininess and I really don't ever intend to do that here.

Perhaps I'll be able to write and you'll be able to read about a successful job hunt when next we come to this journal.

Good bid all.