05 October 2004
I think it's amazing how things can be the same and yet be so different. Contradictions--that is what my life is all about sometimes. They make the most sense. To me, at least.
Today at work, the old crush IMed me and he is apparently not doing so well, his girlfriend having broken up with him and sleeping with other guys while he's in the house. I didn't know what to say to him. What can you say? Yo, I'm sorry your ex-gf is a bitch? There are more fish in the sea? I'm so bad at this comforting thing. Then again, I don't think I've ever been properly comforted. At least, not by words. A hug is a thousand words, I say. Usually when people try to comfort me, they make it worse or keep it about the same. I guess it's the thought that counts.
I'm kind of rambling, mostly because I should be studying for a test, but also because of my freakin' huge bug bites and the thought that I'm going to die of West Nile virus keeps going through my brain. I'm sort of a hypochondriac--a minor, minor one. Whenever I go to the hospital for something it turns out that I could have solved it myself or doctors botch it up. I really do think a combination of Eastern and Western medicine is best--like Isabel Allende wrote in Daughter of Fortune. Western medicine does seem so invasive and causes more harm than good, I think. I don't think I've ever gotten results from pills my doctor has prescribed for various things and end up going through it without medication anyway and I turn out fine.
But I digress. What was the point of this post again? Oh yes, things are same but different. Things are happening on the home front--apparently the Ross family is moving here to New York, which I applaud, even though I don't know them all that well and probably won't ever see them. And juicy gossip is abounding. I'm reminded of Patiently Alice. Don't ask me why. Poor reader, I'm throwing all these random book references and most likely you have no idea to what I'm referring.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I miss being healthy. Damn stupid bug bites/hives/who the hell knows what they are! Argh, what happened to my ability to write good posts?
Today at work, the old crush IMed me and he is apparently not doing so well, his girlfriend having broken up with him and sleeping with other guys while he's in the house. I didn't know what to say to him. What can you say? Yo, I'm sorry your ex-gf is a bitch? There are more fish in the sea? I'm so bad at this comforting thing. Then again, I don't think I've ever been properly comforted. At least, not by words. A hug is a thousand words, I say. Usually when people try to comfort me, they make it worse or keep it about the same. I guess it's the thought that counts.
I'm kind of rambling, mostly because I should be studying for a test, but also because of my freakin' huge bug bites and the thought that I'm going to die of West Nile virus keeps going through my brain. I'm sort of a hypochondriac--a minor, minor one. Whenever I go to the hospital for something it turns out that I could have solved it myself or doctors botch it up. I really do think a combination of Eastern and Western medicine is best--like Isabel Allende wrote in Daughter of Fortune. Western medicine does seem so invasive and causes more harm than good, I think. I don't think I've ever gotten results from pills my doctor has prescribed for various things and end up going through it without medication anyway and I turn out fine.
But I digress. What was the point of this post again? Oh yes, things are same but different. Things are happening on the home front--apparently the Ross family is moving here to New York, which I applaud, even though I don't know them all that well and probably won't ever see them. And juicy gossip is abounding. I'm reminded of Patiently Alice. Don't ask me why. Poor reader, I'm throwing all these random book references and most likely you have no idea to what I'm referring.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I miss being healthy. Damn stupid bug bites/hives/who the hell knows what they are! Argh, what happened to my ability to write good posts?