Hi Shrink, sorry for being neglectful. I suppose that I'm not finding a whole lot in my life interesting right now. I often don't. I wonder whether my life is particularly boring or I have higher standards than others. Probably a combination - I've seen a lot more than a lot.

It's been such a beautiful day today. It started out with barely a sprinkling of rain, then the snow fell, and then the wind blew - one of those bitter, bitter winds that come in powerful pulses that leave you gasping with relief everytime it dies down and you recieve any respite whatsoever. I know it's crazy, but I think the wind likes me. I've run tests and I can call gusts of it - just not consecutively. One good push and that's about it. Kind of like how this flock of crows follows me around as I move. Crazy, I know, but I've never not had the crows since Switzerland. If I move, they show up a month or two afterwards.

At least I don't drive small animals insane anymore. I think coming out helped with that. I was so repressed and so depressed that the pressure was expressed in them. Poor, poor them. I think the cats were immune. Cats are like that.

I'm sick of having to tell people what they're thinking. Don't you think that, for once, someone could just come right out and say it? No, I have to go rooting around in their bloody skulls and explain to them how things are. One-sided conversations with two opinions are challenging, but ultimately futile. If you realize someone else's thoughts for them, they have a harder time acting on them, I think, because they equate you with other people and other people with fallability and forget that the thought originated in their own head.

Yes, I know I'm yandering hopelessly through the occult. I think anyone with a knowledge of the scientific method notices this type of thing. If it's repeatable, it's a theory 'til it's disproved.

As a side-note, I hate the word "proved" - proven sounds so much better.

So much righter.

Oh yeah, so "boyfriend" turned out to be a flop. He likes me but not enough to make the kind of time for me I expect. So he's gone. Nice fellow, though. Maybe if he were a bit older, a bit more experienced, and a bit braver, things could work.

And people wonder why I only date older men. So many - even of them - are still little boys. Insecure and inexperienced. Too many are afraid of getting things right, I think. Too afraid to work at something that's going wrong UNTIL it goes right.

We're too quick to give up.

If you want something, fight for it. Fight for it. Fight for it!

Don't let looking like a fool get in the way until there's no place left to stand.

Ignore me.