Hmmm, let's see, just turned 24, last relationship (if you could call it that) ended four years ago.
Sometimes I do hate being single, and the fact that there really are no prospects on the horizon. Why? Two reasons: one, my coworkers are either teens or middle-aged. Two: see, over there? That's my emotional baggage. I have to work through that first. Moments of self-loathing brought on by failed attempts: the whole nine yards, so to speak. I'd add lingering disability angst, too, but after talking with coworkers about it, it didn't bother them, so it's a dead issue (thankfully).
My plan to change things (for the moment): I'm considering moving in a couple months down to Florida, ironically with a friend who's damned close to a divorce. If he pulls out the marriage, I'll just settle for a leisurely road trip around New York State to clear head and heart sometime this summer.
If all else fails, I'll just go back to my Jesuit college and join the priesthood, like Rath.
Sorry... didn't expect to write so much. Good words, Diva. My heart goes out to Prala.
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