It's the little moments that stick in your head. Those little moments might well be backed by months, or even years of backstory, but it nevertheless boils down to that single thing that burns itself into your brain and just wont let go. Those goddamned what ifs.

its not that I'm all that bad at taking the leap either. Well, thats not entirely true, I am probably a lot more likely to take a plunge off a 150 foot drop with only a rubber line attached to my feet than i am taking an emotional plunge of the same altitude, so to speak. but still.. The few people who know me and read these sporadic outbursts will no doubt form their own opinions about what this is about. No doubt you'll all be wrong too. I tend to live so much in my own head for certain parts of my life it is for all intents and purposes all but impossible to glean an insight into my interrest in other people. You might get the occasional fact right, but more often than not, people tend to get the completely wrong idea. The more amusing parts is when people insist that they do have me figured out. There are of course hat minute part of humanity that know more about me than most, but you are few and far between.

All in all, it's not a bad life though. bittersweet is a feeling that I've grown to appreciate, even if it is not the optimal thing to have at the forefront of your emotional spectrum at times. At those times that I have done things that are somewhat out of my character, boy have they ever payed off. For better and for worse I don't really have what you would call a history of relationship that can be summed up in form 1A, but who the hell wants that really?

/mimer.