as the minutes pass i'm getting less able to write this post
in part b/c the intensity of the feelings of 25 minutes ago are decreasing-funny how time does that.
in part b/c i know other people will read this, (or at least one) and as desperately as i want it to be read and known, i also feel bad about sharring that kinda of stuff/having those totally normal feelings.
i'm going to go back to reading some blogs and i feel like in a couple minutes i'll either write more or i won't.
part of me thinks my therapist would applaude saying it so hear goes, and this comes at a time when i've been feeling lonely and friend group shrinking in general.
so my brother was an editor (editotial page) at his daily and prestigious college paper. there was a reunion for their 125th anniversary and a commemorative book put out. apparently some people who were there with my brother talked and arranged to have them sign a copy of the book and send it my parents. steve's death is mentioned in a couple of people's reflections. my mom showed me the book, and what peopel wrote 18 years later. it made me cry, all of it. b/c its sad and bc i don't deal well with issues around his death and also b/c i wonder (and wondered even then when there were several vans of people who drove in from philly) if so many people would show up if it had been me, would people remember me 20 years on and want to show my parents they still thought about me. even this thought makes me cry. and i do think its seperateing myself from my brother, but my social world just seems to be shrinking a lot lately, and probably a lot of that has to do with me, and how easy it is to just rely on marathon man. but also that's lonely. and also big people have moved away and its harder to make friends as an adult.
and of course, today i met up with a group of people i went to high school with (didn't ness know) who are all married with babies-some of whom were the 2nd and here i am still living with fucking roommates. not likely to get married and unsure if i will ever have kids.
but i walked around washington's landing which i've never been to and the redevlped and it was pretty. things don't seem to be as in bloom here as the are in nyc, but also different things seem to be in bloom. i personally am always on magnolia lookout.
in part b/c i know other people will read this, (or at least one) and as desperately as i want it to be read and known, i also feel bad about sharring that kinda of stuff/having those totally normal feelings.
i'm going to go back to reading some blogs and i feel like in a couple minutes i'll either write more or i won't.
part of me thinks my therapist would applaude saying it so hear goes, and this comes at a time when i've been feeling lonely and friend group shrinking in general.
so my brother was an editor (editotial page) at his daily and prestigious college paper. there was a reunion for their 125th anniversary and a commemorative book put out. apparently some people who were there with my brother talked and arranged to have them sign a copy of the book and send it my parents. steve's death is mentioned in a couple of people's reflections. my mom showed me the book, and what peopel wrote 18 years later. it made me cry, all of it. b/c its sad and bc i don't deal well with issues around his death and also b/c i wonder (and wondered even then when there were several vans of people who drove in from philly) if so many people would show up if it had been me, would people remember me 20 years on and want to show my parents they still thought about me. even this thought makes me cry. and i do think its seperateing myself from my brother, but my social world just seems to be shrinking a lot lately, and probably a lot of that has to do with me, and how easy it is to just rely on marathon man. but also that's lonely. and also big people have moved away and its harder to make friends as an adult.
and of course, today i met up with a group of people i went to high school with (didn't ness know) who are all married with babies-some of whom were the 2nd and here i am still living with fucking roommates. not likely to get married and unsure if i will ever have kids.
but i walked around washington's landing which i've never been to and the redevlped and it was pretty. things don't seem to be as in bloom here as the are in nyc, but also different things seem to be in bloom. i personally am always on magnolia lookout.