I am loving the chance to connect with another human being. Between these moments of connection I have been trying to learn spss statistics so that I can get something done for my research study like a mofo. Once I start grad school, there will be NO TIME.
Life is funny, love is funny, but connection is much needed, and my heart is a squirmy, confused little animal.
Weddings, and birthdays, and more weddings. Parties, parties, new york, new york, new york.
Monogamy, or something like it, has re-sprung itself on me like a hair rooted in the skin of my life. Shave it, tweeze it, but it always grows back.
Less than 2 months left of office drudgery, thank you sweet jesus. And then I can be a full professional nerd at last.
Though I may still be confused about men and love, and about how to deal with myself as a passionate woman always looking for a worthy vessel for that passion...at least I can appreciate human goodness. This wedding-studded summer makes me consider what I want. As my friends walk down the aisle and promise themselves to each other I see that this promise, this faith, this promise to struggle for as long as they both can in this complicated, fucked up, convoluted human existence in which nothing will ever be "perfect" is more beautiful than any fairytale.
