Gone Silent
I went radio silent , you may have noticed. I started drafting a journal entry a few times, only to check myself. Thanks to those who have reached out. I am fine. I had individual therapy on Friday. Even my therapist is bored with my life. We ended early at 40 minutes. It gave me pause. It prompted me to reflect on what I am doing right now, both in my interior thoughts, and those I express in my journal. While my situation is hard, incredibly so, I am struck now by the obsessive-compulsiveness, the single-mindedness I show. I am too focused on the wrong things, on being wronged, on the sadness of losing Jenny, on our relationship, our interactions, the epistemology of our words, vis a vis one another. And more. It's incredibly narcissistic. Solipsistic. Tedious. Boring. Why read this dreck? Why write it? Mind you, the day to day travelogue entries, we went here, we did this. all mundane run-of-the-mill stuff, is almost interesting because it changes--there is action. The m...