movin' on up
1 May 2002 10:3990.78
Do I even care anymore? I don't know. Maybe I'll stop counting at 100. Just assume "a big number". It's not critical to know the exact value.
I admit it. I'm counting how many cats I own. *giggle*
Or... how many pairs of shoes!
Sexual partners!
I like how all of the above things are pretty restricted to the set of integers.
Ooh, maybe it's how many pages of my most recent book I have read. But I wouldn't be upset by that increasing.
Well, I guess I should quit being dumb.
I'm counting how many hours it's been since I had any contact with Jason. It's kind of a light-deprevation experiment. Also, I'm sick of how I expect things from him that just aren't going to happen - like change. He loves me, and he's how he is, and I'm gonna have to learn to live with it. So I'm finding out just how long he goes without feeling the need to send me an email, mudmail, aim message, phone call... And I've gotten to the point where I'm not upset by it anymore. This, I think, is a good thing. I was getting more and more sad by every additional hour, but I think I've found Brendan's safe point now. He loves me, and I love him. Does that mean we need to talk daily? Not necessarily. It is nice, and I sure like it, but it might be another week until he contacts me and I'm okay with that. We will still love each other (and will have a lot more to talk about!).
So, y'know, maybe he's reading my LJ because he hasn't gotten ahold of me in a while. I love you, honey. We missed each other by 5 minutes last night. Sucko.
So, yeah. We'll see. Maybe I'll still count, maybe not. Maybe he'll log on in 5 minutes.
Most importantly, there are a lot of happy things that aren't 'maybe's. :)
Do I even care anymore? I don't know. Maybe I'll stop counting at 100. Just assume "a big number". It's not critical to know the exact value.
I admit it. I'm counting how many cats I own. *giggle*
Or... how many pairs of shoes!
Sexual partners!
I like how all of the above things are pretty restricted to the set of integers.
Ooh, maybe it's how many pages of my most recent book I have read. But I wouldn't be upset by that increasing.
Well, I guess I should quit being dumb.
I'm counting how many hours it's been since I had any contact with Jason. It's kind of a light-deprevation experiment. Also, I'm sick of how I expect things from him that just aren't going to happen - like change. He loves me, and he's how he is, and I'm gonna have to learn to live with it. So I'm finding out just how long he goes without feeling the need to send me an email, mudmail, aim message, phone call... And I've gotten to the point where I'm not upset by it anymore. This, I think, is a good thing. I was getting more and more sad by every additional hour, but I think I've found Brendan's safe point now. He loves me, and I love him. Does that mean we need to talk daily? Not necessarily. It is nice, and I sure like it, but it might be another week until he contacts me and I'm okay with that. We will still love each other (and will have a lot more to talk about!).
So, y'know, maybe he's reading my LJ because he hasn't gotten ahold of me in a while. I love you, honey. We missed each other by 5 minutes last night. Sucko.
So, yeah. We'll see. Maybe I'll still count, maybe not. Maybe he'll log on in 5 minutes.
Most importantly, there are a lot of happy things that aren't 'maybe's. :)
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on 1 May 2002 10:29 (UTC)no subject
on 1 May 2002 11:19 (UTC)Pairs of shoes can also definitely be non-integer. As, for that matter, cats, although that's getting pretty macabre.
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on 1 May 2002 11:24 (UTC)Although I didn't think of the sexual partners thing in that way... I was thinking of it being limited to integers in the same way that cats were. Your comment does make sense though.
And I usually get rid of a pair of shoes if it isn't whole.