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[RTO] Waiting, after the dream is declared
Mar. 2nd, 2003 11:22 pmMarch is the month of waiting.
Brunch at The Neighborhood Restaurant, Union Square's Soundbites, only more mobbed and less spacious! When it's raining, they move the sidewalk queue to the basement. Low hanging pipes lead to a rare instance when I don't envy the Pope's height. Yeah, St.Eve finally met the Pope, woot!
St.Eve asked me What is normal for Boston? When can he really expect Spring?
Last year, it was balmy in January.
But even in bad years, by May the baby duckies will try to eat your shoelaces when you doze in the public garden. Spring has at least that much consistency.
She suggests that the waiting isn't hell, it's the uncertainty. You more easily wait when you can plan for a known outcome.
How to cope? Distract yourself by keeping busy.
I do that so well I'm not even sure what I am waiting for anymore.
Job? I seem to be clinically incapable for getting permanent offers, but at least I get the contract jobs.
Love? I've got it, just not necessarily in a classical form. And, I feel like I have a lot of crap to sort out first before I actively inflict it on anyone else. Grab the strength of passion I feel for beloved, divvy it up among lusted after, adored and o-so-dishy friends, and put a gun to my head to get me to make the first move, and we'll be fine, all fine, how are things with you?
Find a magic Lesbian pill and my dance card would be full every night. It's gotten to the point where women drunkenly chastise me for being straight. Somehow I think it's not so much straight as needing someone who truly embodies the Anti-Sheep. Girls give up too quickly. I should know, being one and all. As I pointed out to her, lately everyone has strikes against them for letting me shiver through winter, and for Not Being My Valentine. So there. I suppose I could say I am waiting for all y'all to rectify that, but, really, I'm too busy.
Avram, by the way, is the Cat's Ass! (This is a good thing.) After cornering me about unclear pronoun use, he offered thoughts about the unreliable nature of pattern matching (reverting to archetypes), however comforting it may be under stress.
Brunch at The Neighborhood Restaurant, Union Square's Soundbites, only more mobbed and less spacious! When it's raining, they move the sidewalk queue to the basement. Low hanging pipes lead to a rare instance when I don't envy the Pope's height. Yeah, St.Eve finally met the Pope, woot!
St.Eve asked me What is normal for Boston? When can he really expect Spring?
Last year, it was balmy in January.
But even in bad years, by May the baby duckies will try to eat your shoelaces when you doze in the public garden. Spring has at least that much consistency.
She suggests that the waiting isn't hell, it's the uncertainty. You more easily wait when you can plan for a known outcome.
How to cope? Distract yourself by keeping busy.
I do that so well I'm not even sure what I am waiting for anymore.
Job? I seem to be clinically incapable for getting permanent offers, but at least I get the contract jobs.
Love? I've got it, just not necessarily in a classical form. And, I feel like I have a lot of crap to sort out first before I actively inflict it on anyone else. Grab the strength of passion I feel for beloved, divvy it up among lusted after, adored and o-so-dishy friends, and put a gun to my head to get me to make the first move, and we'll be fine, all fine, how are things with you?
Find a magic Lesbian pill and my dance card would be full every night. It's gotten to the point where women drunkenly chastise me for being straight. Somehow I think it's not so much straight as needing someone who truly embodies the Anti-Sheep. Girls give up too quickly. I should know, being one and all. As I pointed out to her, lately everyone has strikes against them for letting me shiver through winter, and for Not Being My Valentine. So there. I suppose I could say I am waiting for all y'all to rectify that, but, really, I'm too busy.
Avram, by the way, is the Cat's Ass! (This is a good thing.) After cornering me about unclear pronoun use, he offered thoughts about the unreliable nature of pattern matching (reverting to archetypes), however comforting it may be under stress.
