Now I'm exactly where I was, but... not. Many of the things that I've felt compelled to do have lost their appeal, indeed, they only now have an appeal for their ability to distract. Which, I'm sure, is what they were before, but I was so caught up in the covering that I didn't realize what the true appeal was. And how it related to my more fundamental desires.
how's that for obtuse.
So I'm here looking for context, connection, comment and some sort of outlet since all my other outlets seem to require so much effort. Here I can be marginally coherent and thus fit in with the lower half of blogland.
