December 11th, 2006
In other news, panicked screaming has become perplexed annoyance, with a delicious soupçon of depressed self-loathing splashed lightly over the top.
I don't know what to tell you.
But if there's anything that I can do, even just lending a listening ear, lemme know.
At the risk of saying "Ditto..."
|Date:||December 11th, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)|| |
Schedules still not actually in-line? Why the self-loathing? (this time)
I'm beginning to wonder if I've been misinterpreting things for the past eightish months.
I've not seen that webcomic before. The past few days' worth seem quite funny. Is it usually that "on"?
Yeah, that's a pretty good representation of what it's all about. There's a feed at achewood
Sweet! I've been adding webcomic feeds like crazy in the past couple months. Yay!
Thank you, sir! Added.
|Date:||December 12th, 2006 06:38 am (UTC)|| |
Achewood is ridiculously funny. I like it best in bursts, thought.
|Date:||December 12th, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)|| |
Perhaps more communication?
While I can't deny you have a point, I have no idea what form said communication should take. Specifically, I think what needs to be said is of the "So, is this going to happen?" realm, which is both A) unspeakably difficult to do with any sort fo lightness of touch and 2) unbearably awkward on all possible levels.
I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to say it, and I don't know if I could deal with the ramifications, positive or negative, of saying whatever it is that needs saying.
Someone remind me why I shouldn't just give up on it all and become a techno-hermit?
|Date:||December 14th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC)|| |
But: "So is this going to happen" is a decent way to just machete through everything so you can stop tormenting yourself about possibilities.
(Maybe not "happen" so much as "Is this going somewhere?" But clearly somebody needs to step up. Please, please trust me when I say it's better to go through the awkwardness than say nothing at all. I might have had a much easier senior year of high school if I'd known that.)
Already done. Spent part of Tuesday night in textual conversation, and we're tentatively rescheduled for after the holidays.
This does not exactly do anything for the sinking feeling in my stomach, however.