Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I have returned home to A2. I had an interesting feeling the closer I was to A2, the more panic I felt. Panic may be too strong of a word, more discomfort. Normally I would be thinking of returning to my nice quiet, clean apartment and knowing I was coming home to a roomate who would want to talk the rest of the eveing was not something I was looking forward to. I just wanted to read my email, read the sports page and relax a moment. I find it truly interesting that I see this side of myself, almost reclusive. I also see that side of myself that jumps before I look. I jump into some things that really have gotten messy and I always get myself out and get myself cleaned up, but one might think that after jumping enough times into messy situations I might just learn to look before I jump. Maybe the old adage "can't teach an old dog new tricks" is more true than I would like to think. I am tired and probably should just go to bed and here I sit looking at the wall by the door that now has sticking notes pasted to it......my roomies self reminders about something (of which I don't really even care to know what they are) I just know that I am not found of sticky notes pasted to the wall. (and it isn't really a big deal.....just one of those things that makes you think.............my god I need to chill out. I don't like the side of myself that I am seeing........Anyway.....I think going to bed is a perfect idea, so off I go. Peace.