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March 22, 2007
Momentary Silence
An ugly thing is happening to me. Well, maybe "ugly" is the wrong word for it, but it's definitely uncomfortable...sort of like growing pains. It started off as a 24-bug, and has since developed into a full-fledged fever of sorts. I am incapable of stopping it, and now I'm even a little curious to see where it might go. Where will this transformation end? Will I eventually be forced to move to the slums of India to tend to the weak and poverty-stricken?
You see, dear reader, it seems I am becoming a *caring* person.
Perish the thought, you say! Ms. Write Again Soon is dead inside, a cold and bitter ice queen! She is incapable of letting down her guard and being emotionally committed! Yes, she is fabulous in bed, a witty delight to be around, and perhaps even an amazing chocolate chip cookie maker--but choosing to be vulnerable with another human being...never!
I know, it's as surprising to me as it must be to you. And yet, I can feel it happening--the oh-so-gradual thaw that suggests I might not have completely shut down the "feelings" component of my psyche at the devastating end of my last relationship. Which was...oh...eight years ago.
It's been a long road, dear reader. A winding one, too.
