There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Those that forget

Are doomed to repeat. The line is a very fine one to walk. The trick is to not be cynical and jaded, but you must also not be stupid about it next time around. I used to always believe the best and sometimes a bit naively. Just ask B. He always lied to me and I bought it all. Now I find myself not believing anything. I've gone to the dark side :). Not really all that funny though. I hate the way my mind works now. It's untrusting, insecure, judgemental, cynical, jaded, pessimistic, and flat out bitchy. (Did I miss anything?) I want me back. I want to be able to take a complement without looking for the alterior motive. When BR is out late I want to be able to believe him and not over react when plans fall apart. I want that healthy balance of trust without naivity. I know I'm asking a lot, but it's only of me. I've made it this far. What's a couple more feet?

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