…but I do most of blogging elsewhere now. Brooke McKean and Hanady Kader came across this post – which I shamelessly advertised on the Daily’s comment forum – and asked me to shorten it to 250 words and submit it for this upcoming Free Speech Friday. Take that, Samuel P. Huntington.
There’s an email I’ve been putting off sending since January. I told myself I was going to write it and send it tonight, and that’s it. That’s it. Well, it’s past ten and I still haven’t done it.
Here’s what I’m afraid of – the banality of emailing back and forth with an ex. I think your new job sounds great, how’s that damn math class treating you?; me, my quarter is off to a slow start, locked the keys in the car other day; gotta go because the phone is ringing or the stove is on… and the passion – even the forlorn passion of reminiscing, lonely and depressed, about old times – slowly slips into the realm of the overwrought and boring, and you begin to forget why you cared about this amazing human being in the first place.
Can you imagine something more horrible?
Today’s Musical Insight (He Was Crucified for Me? Edition):
Don’t stop here, I lost my place… but I’m close behind…
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