I’m seeing a guy. And tonight I just sat in his backyard and watched him play fetch with his dogs as the sun set in the distance. I felt an overwhelming surge of boring normal pleasant feelings.
I’ve never been able to sustain moving through the world authentically because I’ve never been able to embrace who I am. Some of us are geriatric bloomers.
Yesterday I laid on top of my cats tiny new bed (literally squashing it) for an hour watching television and then put a few of my dirty socks in it when I left for work in an attempt to sway her into liking it.
So that’s how pet ownership is going.
Pretty convinced my cat turned into not my cat last night for a few minutes and I can’t explain it and can’t tell if a demon who wanted scratches possessed him.