Friend: good to hear
Friend: been reading up on your brain
Friend: you do a lot of thinking
Friend: nice to know that others do it too
Me: Yes!
Me: It’s a pet peeve of mine that it’s so secret that we all think.
Friend: You just have the talent and balls to write it down where others can read

I responded to a friend’s blog post about gender issues, society and prejudice this morning. It’s hard to separate all of those. I’ve been waiting for a solid chunk of time to respond to another friend’s post about old relationships you never let go of. When I came in this morning, I got the above IM. I feel like more people are being open about thinking and feeling, and this makes me happy. Being a thoughtful person should not be alienating.

I’m still unable to sleep without completely exhausting myself and some trickery. I’m avoiding Nyquil so far. Problem is really more the waking up early than not being able to get to sleep in the first place. I laid in bed breathing this morning for an hour before I gave up.

L clued me in to how indulgent I’ve been, and when I stopped to think about it I saw how far down dead end roads been expressive was taking me. It’s relieving in the short term to what I want to say because it allows me to vent some emotion, but it doesn’t get me anywhere unless I go back, read it, and think about it.

Man life is hard and lonely.