I think it’s safe to say that if my dreams don’t have magic or unicorns, they’ll probably come true. That’s just how my brain works.
So apparently (according to today’s 3-5 nap), a sexy as fuck lesbian is going to start working with me and the jeopardize my job because she wanted to screw in the stockroom.
I’ve written before about the idea that throughout your life, as partners come and go, each one takes a small bit of your heart. Between relationships, it’s important to grow that small bit back and if you do not, you’ll be left without.
I had once been in the position where I felt I was left with only half of a heart after various short relationships. It took a lot of time to feel whole again, knowing exactly who I was. After ‘growing back that heart’, I met a woman to managed to take nearly all of my heart, to be the greatest teammate, and to amaze me every day that we spent together.
Without that, I have a strange feeling of being hollow and choked. My heart feels like a cave, and my throat is in my stomach.
For some reason, today feels like the hardest one yet.
Though, it shouldn’t. It’s a day like any other.
Get up, go to work, while everyone is on a lake or even just in a yard.
Oh, and look forward to getting out at dark and biking home. That’ll be great too.
It’s the strangest thing.
Kids (not a negative term) come to my place for a bonfire or whatever,
And become intrigued with various possessions of mine, want to buy them, and are confused when I say no.
What? Money doesn’t sway me? That’s strange.