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Waffle, Waffle, Waffle.
<<2003-03-10 - 3:48 a.m.>>

On the one hand: Relationships-with-capital-Rs don't happen to me. They just don't. Relationships-with-capital-Rs and Mollie do not mix. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the inevitability of my permanent aloneness. Sometimes that inevitability feels like simple fact without emotional content (the sky is blue, a moron is in the White House and I will be alone for the rest of my life), sometimes it feels like it's crawled inside my chest and is burrowing into my ribcage.

On the other hand: Remember the excited-safe feeling? Remember, remember? Hold onto it. You could tell him that he makes you feel excited and safe.

On the one hand: Don't be ridiculous. I can feel the excited-safe feeling fading, fizzling and going out. It doesn't last, it never lasts, it doesn't mean anything.

Then the other hand goes limp.

Maybe I'm just too tired? I am addled for lack of sleep.

The safeness is still kind of kicking around my right shoulder. That's interesting.

But I spoke at the speakout. I did something I thought I couldn't do. On Friday I got up in front of a substantial bunch of people and said, choked up and nearly crying, that unlike several other speakers, my issues of intellectual inadequacy are minimal compared to my inability to speak as a person. Just as a person. I said I think I have to start.

Telling John I feel safe with him would be a start.

I've surprised myself before. Couldn't I do it again?

If I told me, it wouldn't be a surprise.

Oh God, not enough sleep. I was supposed to be staying up late to write the paper due tomorrow. Eep.

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