You Do What You Can But Cthulhu Will Never Care...You Will Still Die
Also in emotional pain.
There is something to be said for forthrightness and attempts at full honesty.
But there's also something to be said for just caring enough to not get hurt.
If somebody you spent time with admitted that they came over to hang out and get laid then didn't understand how that might hurt your feelings since the hanging out and burgeoning friendship is still extremely fragile.
There's so many things to write about. The love of a good friend helps when I'm in dire straits. The fact that I gave Shana two weeks and we have so much in common that we recognize it's about scheduling more than anything else. Definitely a case of windows open vs closed or toothpaste tube squishing middle vs the end killing a good relationship in every other way. What else? I don't know what to do.
Not about where to live or even how to live when I am so beyond broke and unsure of how to find a blend of characteristics that I've met and mixed well with, minus the psychosis, selfishness, and plain old creepy behaviors I've met and just couldn't fit at all with.
Craigslist again?!? Problems I might have held with Will, but I just can't see that for the most part that we didn't get along. I mean to say that the problems for the most part were very far outweighed by the healthy home we had for the most part. Do I really want to subject myself to the, I hate to state, hell of going through the overwhelming agony with these "applicants?" The scammers, the devoutly religious, the positively definitely drama bringers, and the desperate who don't really think they need to earn their rent, and those who severely over think their times worth.
Ugh to the nth degree.
The pictures are of Chris (playing "The Lego Star Wars"), Femme Pois, Ein, Precious Petal behind Chris, me, and me. Created using an iPad2 and one of the camera apps.
Too much to think about.
