good things...
Apr. 29th, 2002 03:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnpalmerI've said that, for me, "tiredness = depression" frequently enough that I think folks understand it. But, just in case it's not really clear...
I'm tired today.
Wednesday night, I drove down to Oregon to visit my new love, Pat Kight.
To say that it was a wonderful trip is to indulge in my gift for understatement.
Let's pretend that there was none of that dirty, icky sex stuff involved, okay? It would still have been amazingly wonderful.
We connect amazingly well... and on a very deep level.
How can I explain it? Like, a lot of the time when we say something, we're just going through the motions, because we know it's already out there, felt and understood.
And another large part of the time, we're saying it for the happiness of saying it, or because it just needs to be said. (Things like "I love you", and such...)
We went down to the coast on Saturday... I think we both knew, before we got down there, that it was going to be magical, and I think we felt the magic, all along.
We were eating dinner, splitting an order of crab and an order of clams. I can't swear that we both ended up eating as much of each as we wanted, as if we had been subconsciously telepathically negotiating who wanted what, but it sure seemed like that to me.
We were coming out of the restaurant just in time for the sunset, and she told me what to watch for (those of you who don't know it: once the sun actually hits the horizon at sea level, you don't want to look away... it drops below the horizon in a very short time. Either that, or the myth about the Pacific quenching the fires of the sun, and it's a brand new sun rising in the east next morning, are correct.)
We watched the waves... just long enough, without having to say when we were done looking.
It's like, we always know how much to explain about what, and when to let the unsaid words explain everything.
It makes me glad that I met her now... she chose to be childfree, and not to marry, and, if I'd met her enough years ago, I might find either of those things bothersome to some degree or another.
When you add in that dirty, icky sex stuff, things just went through the roof, wonderfulness-wise. :-)
We made love many times... to say more would be either redundant or inadequate.
We found that many of our tastes are quite compatible, and have been having a wonderful time exploring them.
We celebrated Beltane with the last full moon before May 1st, in a way that might not have been traditional, but was certainly in keeping with the spirit.
Chuckle... for all that, after getting up a bit too early yesterday morning, and having a four hour drive home (a little bit less, actually), and now working a 12 hour shift, I'm tired... and I can feel depressed thoughts/feeling edging into my mind. Since I knew they were there (and kinda expected them), I'm able to fight it off... but that it's there at all is really kind of weird/annoying.
I'm tired today.
Wednesday night, I drove down to Oregon to visit my new love, Pat Kight.
To say that it was a wonderful trip is to indulge in my gift for understatement.
Let's pretend that there was none of that dirty, icky sex stuff involved, okay? It would still have been amazingly wonderful.
We connect amazingly well... and on a very deep level.
How can I explain it? Like, a lot of the time when we say something, we're just going through the motions, because we know it's already out there, felt and understood.
And another large part of the time, we're saying it for the happiness of saying it, or because it just needs to be said. (Things like "I love you", and such...)
We went down to the coast on Saturday... I think we both knew, before we got down there, that it was going to be magical, and I think we felt the magic, all along.
We were eating dinner, splitting an order of crab and an order of clams. I can't swear that we both ended up eating as much of each as we wanted, as if we had been subconsciously telepathically negotiating who wanted what, but it sure seemed like that to me.
We were coming out of the restaurant just in time for the sunset, and she told me what to watch for (those of you who don't know it: once the sun actually hits the horizon at sea level, you don't want to look away... it drops below the horizon in a very short time. Either that, or the myth about the Pacific quenching the fires of the sun, and it's a brand new sun rising in the east next morning, are correct.)
We watched the waves... just long enough, without having to say when we were done looking.
It's like, we always know how much to explain about what, and when to let the unsaid words explain everything.
It makes me glad that I met her now... she chose to be childfree, and not to marry, and, if I'd met her enough years ago, I might find either of those things bothersome to some degree or another.
When you add in that dirty, icky sex stuff, things just went through the roof, wonderfulness-wise. :-)
We made love many times... to say more would be either redundant or inadequate.
We found that many of our tastes are quite compatible, and have been having a wonderful time exploring them.
We celebrated Beltane with the last full moon before May 1st, in a way that might not have been traditional, but was certainly in keeping with the spirit.
Chuckle... for all that, after getting up a bit too early yesterday morning, and having a four hour drive home (a little bit less, actually), and now working a 12 hour shift, I'm tired... and I can feel depressed thoughts/feeling edging into my mind. Since I knew they were there (and kinda expected them), I'm able to fight it off... but that it's there at all is really kind of weird/annoying.
