Cake and Fun and Flaming Things

Happy 100, Blog. 100th post. Woo. May end up being a completely useless post, but that's beside the point.

Made a joint blog last night, and so far it's proven interesting. Give it a look-see.

What else. Hmm.

I felt strangely connected today 8th mod. Like, wasn't trying to push people away, or any of that crap I mentioned. It was just... Okay. It was a nice feeling.

I felt normal.

I suppose that's what happens when you stop thinking about things so damn much.

I do have some problems in the social arena... Half the time, I'm almost thinking in the back of my head, "I'll just talk to them, really dull-like, so maybe they'll get disinterested and leave me alone." I don't have any clue when that started, or for what purpose, but I can't stop it. It's like I'm on railroad tracks. It's stay on the tracks, or fall over in the process of getting off. And the track suddenly ended, and I discovered that I can go just as well on the dirt. Now it's a question of getting myself out of the path of the tracks, because I can see them starting up again not so far in the distance.

Hmm. THAT was a long metaphor.

But there you go. Story of my life.

Just once I'd like to be able to let myself just type, and type, and type, without thinking about what came up beforehand. It's like a poem I wrote once...

Spontaneity is my saving grace;
Finality is my bane.

And I can honestly say that for me, moments of spontaneity are few and far between.

Sigh.