So… Elian was somewhat based, visually at least, on myself. John in New Orleans was a bit more ME that Elian, but it’s weird how I kept showing up.
I love it when myself or others trip up on words. It’s so amazing with all the complex circuitry which is out brain that our tongues roll out anything coherent at all.
Bad thoughts. It’s all in how you look at them. :)
And yeah… Dije is back. He faced it, he was welcomed back, and Dana and Samantha (and Sara and Betty) being there the previous time eased the blow. Sometimes just the right set of things can redeem the unredeemable.
jobs that put people on call can be such a bummer, as much for them as the people they’re spending time with. But such is the way of the world.
I used to often find when I feel hurt that blaming or hurting others is the first reaction. I’ve come a long way from then, possibly because even then I could see it happen and not act on it for the most part despite it rattling in my head.
Enough messed up romantic encounters, and what can one do except become afraid of them? (Un?)Fortunately hormones have their hands on the override switch.