||[Mar. 23rd, 2006|12:43 pm]
|||||Imitation of Life - R.E.M.||]|
I haven't written anything in here in quite some time, I know. I do my best writing when I'm by myself, and there's not a lot of time like that for me these days. And I've vowed to not make this a depository for memes. Although that would make it easy to fill it with content, I want it to mean something when I write in here.
So, what's been going on with me? Well, obviously, there's the wedding. You can see lilyhawk for all the details on the planning of that, but the short story is, it's going well, but it's stressful as hell on both myself and silverlily81. Less than a month to go, however, and then we'll be able to relax quite a bit, hopefully.
My job continues to go well, although I'm no longer doing any copy editing, like I had originally been hired to do. These days, I type up the tapes, do the bookkeeping, some data entry, and help with report coordination (assembling and shipping the report itself). The rest of my day is doing whatever needs doing around the office. I like having variable duties, as it keeps me from getting bored.
The thing I most want to write about though, is the entire drama that has occurred with technomonkey. As most people who know me in real life have been aware of for some time, he and I no longer talk. We both feel that the other betrayed them in some manner. I trusted him with information that he didn't want to know, and he shared it with people that I asked him not to. Despite all of the pain and frustration that has been spread about because of all of this, part of me still misses him. Before all of this occurred, he and I had such an easy relationship. Whenever we got together, we knew that both of us would have fun doing whatever it is we decided to do. We had such similar tastes for the most part (except musically...), that we almost never had to worry about "Well, I want to do this, but the other person won't...". And, when we talked to each other about serious topics, I believe we each walked away with a new idea or point of view that we hadn't considered before. It was comfortable but stimulating all at once.
But now that relationship has been poisoned, and can probably never be returned to again. It feels weird, like I'm mourning someone who I know is still alive. But hopefully, writing this out and getting it off of my chest like this can help with that process, because it'd be really nice to be able to move on.