Hmm, V and I could be heading towards 'a break'. Over surprise surprise the K aspect of my life. It doesn't seem to matter that I no longer have relationship thoughts towards K, that I am settling into my life here in Oz, and would like to see how living in V's state would be, and that I am heading towards limited contact with K, V doesn't think that the progress is advanced enough yet.
It doesn't matter the 99% of good things that are going on between us versus the 1% that is annoying. It doesn't matter that I know very well that I am not perfect, and have a stubborn streak worthy of five mules. It apparently also doesn't matter that whatever this is is a long distance thing, and can't reassure her insecurities by body language and such. And with those insecurities, V askes almost every time we talk whether I have had contact with K lately - now really, isn't that just setting yourself up for a fall?
I dunno, I guess I'm just a guy, who tries to avoid conflict (or, as it is more unkindly put, sticks my head in the sand) - I obviously have no idea. Not that there is really anything official to take a break from, but why do things that wouldn't bug me if the situation was reversed bug other people? Hmmph.
Like part of me secretly wants to take a break from all that stress in building 'whatever it is' with someone, but then the main part of me would mourn if V did disappear from my life, and the whole thing of not being able to commit, or bouncing from one person to another, hmm not a good thing to get into the habit of.
Would have completed this post about an hour ago, but just have seen the most exciting Formula One race of this season, and maybe one of the top ones of the last five years or so. Michael Schumacher, starting from thirteenth after a spin in second qualifying (grr) had the absolute fastest car and missed out on the win by 0.215 of a second. Had the fastest car but for the last ten laps Alonso just did the blocking maneuvres successfully.
And is one hour into Anzac Day, found a poem by Siegfried Sassoon about Third Ypres...
"...I died in Hell
(they called it Passchendaele) my wound was slight
and I was hobbling back; and then a shell
burst slick upon the duckboards; so I fell
into the bottomless mud, and lost the light"
Thousands of soldiers just drowned in the mud.
Sorry to end on another downer peeps, I'll be back to useless brainlessness soon enough I am sure.
Pauly
It doesn't matter the 99% of good things that are going on between us versus the 1% that is annoying. It doesn't matter that I know very well that I am not perfect, and have a stubborn streak worthy of five mules. It apparently also doesn't matter that whatever this is is a long distance thing, and can't reassure her insecurities by body language and such. And with those insecurities, V askes almost every time we talk whether I have had contact with K lately - now really, isn't that just setting yourself up for a fall?
I dunno, I guess I'm just a guy, who tries to avoid conflict (or, as it is more unkindly put, sticks my head in the sand) - I obviously have no idea. Not that there is really anything official to take a break from, but why do things that wouldn't bug me if the situation was reversed bug other people? Hmmph.
Like part of me secretly wants to take a break from all that stress in building 'whatever it is' with someone, but then the main part of me would mourn if V did disappear from my life, and the whole thing of not being able to commit, or bouncing from one person to another, hmm not a good thing to get into the habit of.
Would have completed this post about an hour ago, but just have seen the most exciting Formula One race of this season, and maybe one of the top ones of the last five years or so. Michael Schumacher, starting from thirteenth after a spin in second qualifying (grr) had the absolute fastest car and missed out on the win by 0.215 of a second. Had the fastest car but for the last ten laps Alonso just did the blocking maneuvres successfully.
And is one hour into Anzac Day, found a poem by Siegfried Sassoon about Third Ypres...
"...I died in Hell
(they called it Passchendaele) my wound was slight
and I was hobbling back; and then a shell
burst slick upon the duckboards; so I fell
into the bottomless mud, and lost the light"
Thousands of soldiers just drowned in the mud.
Sorry to end on another downer peeps, I'll be back to useless brainlessness soon enough I am sure.
Pauly
For starters... yes people do read that profile stuff....
ReplyDeleteI think my stubborn streak is worth many many more mules than yours. But is being stubborn a bad thing all the time? :P
Just a thought.. how can u take a break from building something that u dun know what it is?
or did i miss something all together... ok maybe my brain is not working.
Here's hoping things look up soon!