What IS my problem?

WHAT is my problem?

What IS my problem?

What is MY problem?

What is my PROBLEM?

You know, place the emphasis on a different word and it alters the meaning of that question. Kind of like life. Substitute a word here, a phrase here, a day over there, a glance in here, erase a trip to the supermarket there, pencil in a 10 extra minutes at the dentist, and it’s amazing how different the outcome could be.

I started this post ages ago and for the life of me cannot really remember what (or rather WHICH) event prompted that bit of musing.

Oh well.

Free writingzzzzzzz

My therapist says…. I should try free association writing. Sit and write for 15 minutes or so about anything, no stopping to check spelling, grammar, punctuation, nothing. Just write.

Sad thing is, it is DAMN hard to actually find the clear 15 minutes to write with no distractions. What I would not give for one entire day all for myself, with myself, by myself.

Craving . . . platonic-ism II

Oh well. Turns out that S had *no idea* we were split up. Kinda hard to have a non-relationship with someone who was not aware there wasn’t a relationship going on.

Craving . . . platonic-ism

So a few days have gone by since the S and Me split. Or whatever one may call it since we seem to have found ourselves in some strange “place” now. A place I would delude myself into thinking is an uncomfortable, uneasy location of Platonic-ville.

Online psychology tests

M sent me this link to online Psychology Tests. Obviously they are probably as accurate as horoscopes, but here’s the results of my self tests:

First post

I’ve spent many nights, and even some daylight hours, mentally composing posts for this unrealised-at-that-time journal.

Last nite, during a rare moment of clarity I decided DO IT.

So here we are. Hi. I’m Rax. And this is my story.