I'm really curious when this desperate need to connect with he who shall not be named will dissipate. Having discovered the source of the impulse to be of a completely egoistic nature(basically that I'm trying to connect with myself)it seems to reasonable to expect that a conscious acknowledgement of this particular aspect of my self absorption would get rid of the desire.
Desire. That's the real problem.
Seriously, I think (and you, judging by my last few more than lightly flavoured religious posts might agree) that there's the possibility of slipping into eastern philosophy or something. It's Salinger's fault- I'm so fucking impressionable. I've been reading him again for company and comfort from the aches. Aches that are the consequence of desires.
Are we seeing a pattern?
By the by it is truly astounding how enthusiastic my fingers have become, presented with a fresh context in which I can discus my favourite topic: myself.
Really, you surpass all expectations.
Ahh another wrench. Wince,clench, fold, fetal.
