I had dreams last night. That I don’t recall having dreams recently is interesting. I don’t usually remember them, but I feel a weird sense of confusion not being sure if I’m recalling a past event or merely dreams.

I was thinking this morning about “wearing my heart on my sleeve” and having strong emotions. Peoples reactions to it have varied, as one would expect with how different they are. Generally, it’s too strong for people. I would have a hard time definitively naming a situation that my feelings weren’t a siginifcant catalyst. Saying that kind of feels like I’m blurring out the point. Sometimes it makes people not hang out with me. It would be difficult to be sure that they didn’t hang out with me simply because they think I’m a bore. But I’ve asked this question and confirmed in the past that they thought I liked them, and I inferred that they didn’t know how or didn’t want to deal with that in a communicable fashion. Most, if not all, of the people I have dated and commented on feeling that I was the one that made things move fast. Alright, my fault. It’s those gosh durn feelings again.

So being single again, what am I to do with that? Something about twelve steps, and punching god in the face.