My life has taken a few sharp turns towards the surreal these past few months.
Well. Maybe not surreal. Not like my living room is teeming with Lynchian clown dwarves. But I am quite tired, most of the time. And the status has shifted from static to strange.
I'm loath to get into details, because a lot of it is about love, and sex, and marriage, and I've been burned pretty badly in the past discussing those sorts of things here. And I'm afraid of being judged, rejected. I've lost a lot of friends over the past few years, and I don't want to risk those that stayed.
Heh. So let me ramble on about what I won't talk about for a while, until the astute can triangulate the truth from the scattered pieces. That's not irritating!
Here's a question: if you were dissatisfied with your life, maybe even only one small portion of your life, how much would you be willing break apart and examine and try to rebuild in a quest to find a better fit?
Or more to the point, is there any aspect of your life that is of such consequence to your sense of yourself, or your sense of the life worth living, or... I don't know, your personal values/dreams/morality, that you would risk possible grave damage to the parts of your life that are going well?