After reading through the 1998 entries of this aborted web-journal, I occurs to me that I was a pretty weepy bastard after Lee broke up with me. I suppose it's rather understandable, getting your heart broken by someone who you had a lot invested in, but man, what a bloody whiner...
People invest entirely too much of their lives in finding the one
. It's been refreshing for the past few months, not constantly looking for a "soulmate"
(whatever that means). Don't get me wrong; I'd still love to find someone with which to share what little of a life I have, but thankfully, it's no longer my primary reason for being.
Speaking of soulmates, I'm worried about Romie
. I've got to fight the antithetical urges to call her and to leave her alone
. Louis told me that she needs someone to listen to her. I've called twice and left messages. I'm not sure just how much she wants to hear from her ex-boyfriend.
From the pictures
that Jay has up of Romie and Emma, it seems that she's doing well. Last I heard, her family went to California to help her. I wish she would call me, though. Emma
looks very much like her mother, but with her father's eyes.
It's been far too long since I climbed.
Jerry was up this past weekend and we went to Apres Diem
on Friday. H said something which made me pause for a moment--something to the effect of "you're not allowed to do that unless you're sleeping with me (like you should be
)." I wasn't exactly sure I heard the last part, so a couple of days later I asked Jerry if he heard it. He doesn't remember it.
Now I've always had the most fucked-up sense
of people being attracted to me and flirtation (the whole K situation
is pretty illustrative of that), hence my reluctance to act on what [I think] she said. Of course, H is effulgent, scandalous and scores of other adjectives, so I would be a fool not to follow up on this (she's also 20, though...).
Going to Mani's wedding was a treat of sorts. Even though I didn't know these people really well while at UF, it was rather a treat seeing them again and catching up.
On a related note, my 10-year class reunion is at the end of this month. I waffled for a while on going, but I finally decided to do it, after learning that some key people were going. You see, the problem is that I graduated high school with about 1000 other people--our commencement took place in the Miami Arena, of all places. I've never really been all that much of a social butterfly, so hanging out with about 100 people who I hardly spoke to in high school is not exactly my idea of a great time.
Indeed, I'm sure my nostalgia is compelling me to find out if the luminous women that I had unspeakable crushes on in high school are still as spectacular as my memories of them.
Ask me in a month if it was fun reminiscing on what a glorious high school experience I had.