Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam
magicmarmot

Six Months


It's been a hair over six months since the critter and I broke up. Or technically since I told her that I was done.


The half-year in review:
Six months is the first milestone for me. That is the first chronological limit that I put on my relationship hiatus, the first time that I "come up for air" and assess whether I am ready to delve back into the dating world.

I think we know the answer to that one.

It's kinda like parole. Like this was my first parole board hearing. I wasn't expecting to be ready, I wasn't expecting early release. I was expecting that a year might stand a good chance, but at this point I have pretty serious doubts about that milestone as well.

We'll see. I'm guessing that the three-year term suggested by saveau and others might be more accurate.

It's kind of like riding a horse: if you fall off, you could hit your head on a rock and be a parapalegic for the rest of your miserable existence until you die a horrible, painful death.

(Aren't I just a bright and shiny bunny today?)

In the past two days, I have considered what it would be like to move someplace new. Start over again someplace else. And the reality is that I know it wouldn't really change anything except that I'd be away from friends for far too long.
Running away from problems doesn't help to solve them. I know this. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt and a spectacular infection that it took some strong antibiotics to clear up.

I could do drugs. I have found that they are very helpful in delaying pain. But it's just a delay, and not a reprieve.

I could begin to prey on young girls with self-esteem issues, and use them for my own nefarious and wanton desires, and throw them away like a used tissue when I grow bored with their miserable whining, or force them into exotic dancing or porn and eventually into prostitution and snuff films.

Or not.

I could work on my plan to have Sasha slowly fall in love with me to the point where she finally realizes what a loser her current boyfriend is, and she dumps his ass and moves in with me and opens me up to a secret sensual world of bondage, wild sex, and threesomes with hot goth babes.

Um...

Actually I can't find a downside to that one.

Taking stock:
I'm healthier than I have been in a long while. I've been pretty consistent with the exercise bike, and it has made a difference in my physique. Not as much of a difference as I would like, but a difference nonetheless.

I'm more confident in my ability to be a whole person.

I have made new friends.

I have taken charge of some aspects of my life that I had let go before.

I have made mistakes. Some of them costly.

I have learned that hubris is a bitch.

I have learned that taking action is better than taking no action, even if the action that you take is the wrong one.

I have learned not to poke the bear.

I have learned that sometimes giving up control is a good thing.

I have learned that I can still trust.

I have not learned to trust myself.

I have not learned that risking emotional pain can be a good thing.

I have learned that a furlong is 660 feet.

there is more. For now, this is enough.
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