Too much to sort through

You ever have one of those days... so much on your mind that it all turns into a jumbled mess?
I met with a licensed therapist for the state yesterday. He mentioned that part of the reason I wasn't depressed is because I wasn't married with kids. What a hoot.
Once I met a man who told me that I was a true find, a woman with no kids or divorces.
I just laughed and said that he was too young to think that. I think that he was about 22. How sad.
In my family, marriage isn't something likely to be found in your twenties. I guess that is why I never put much emphasis on it. Now that I'm nearing my thirties, it has crossed my mind that there are very few people that I've even thought about spending my life with.
And when I meet someone that I'm interested in, I don't have the tendency to fantasize about what our wedding would be like. I think the worst that I've actually gotten is thinking how hard it is to end relationships, and whether or not it's worth it. Seems like friendships are safer. When they end, there is usually good reason. Most of my friendships are not in my face either. We have our space and catch up as needed.

I met someone fabulous recently and had to kiss him goodbye. That sucked.
I doubt I'll ever see him again,

Creativity Prevails

It seems that it's easier to find topics when I have a bit of personal challenge working in my life.
Tonight has been one of those nights. Though I haven't been well today, I have had a racing mind.

I am the daughter of one of the most fabulous fathers that ever walked the face of the planet. I take great pride in my father's accomplishments, especially in teaching me what is healthy thinking and what isn't. It seems that through out the years, ma has just gotten harder, whereas pop has gotten softer in his demeanor. Mom is the brains of the operation. It has been her job to try to keep me from getting hurt through out my life. At times she has voiced how she wished that she hadn't messed up with me and my brother. We jokingly say that she taught us that in essence people are good, and as we've gotten older, we've found that to be a terrible lie.

Part of getting older is learning what to believe and what to not care about anymore.
Thank the powers that be, that happens. It sure does help to have perspective that doesn't hurt anymore.
Letting go is an amazing power to find.

Slow going

The writing has been a slow process. I found it pleasantly distracting to be involved in an ethics class for a couple of weeks this summer. It really got my mind moving again. Amazing the way that perspective can be distorted.
We were not only reading surveys on cultural norms, but also touched on American specific ethical issues. It's a wonder that if persons are born with an inherent sense of responsibility to society that so many issues arise. I guess that is part of the point. Persons aren't necessarily that way.

At some point I was actually infuriated when I heard some of the narrow-minded points of view of some of my classmates. Nice that it was being presented as a philosophy course (as opposed to a religious course of a specific denomination).

It's been a crazy week around here. Friend in from out of town didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. I hate it when guys say the wrong things. You almost have to wonder if a person is really so stupid that they don't know how they may be mis-interpretted, or if they actually do it on purpose. I usually find out later that they are just not thinking before the words come out of their mouths. I'm getting to a point in my life where I take people for their word and don't bother with the mind games and figuring them out anymore. Either get it right, or don't mess with me. I don't read minds.

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