Since this is Blog 76, I will from now on refer to something I shall call The Spirit of `76. I'll explain later.
I am dismayed
I am dejected
I mean, it's bound to happen. I don't know why I'm beating myself up so much about this. She's a beautiful woman; a great woman, with a wonderful sense of humour, who is kind and friendly. She is bound to get with someone else, whether in the short-term or long-term.
And here I am. All the way over here. Of course I'm bound to slip from her memory.
You see, all this inevitability? That's why there's no point in passion, no point in letting your feelings run madly away, like I did in the last weblog.
And I won't blame her. You know, out of sight, out of mind.
And I'll be happy for her, I really will. I can't channel it inward, so I have to direct it somewhere. Even if it isn't love, it'll at least be someone to hold her, and keep her loneliness at bay.
And, bless her heart, she'll never tell me. She'll kindly keep my emotional well-being in mind, and tell me that she isn't seeing anyone, and when she's not home, she's staying with her cousin.
But I'll know. And I'm upset that my emotional instability keeps her from sharing everything with me. I'm her friend, will always be; and yet I always let this bullshit get in the way.
And it creeped in ever so subtly, that Spirit of `76. My good ole depression.
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