Rebounding
Nov. 5th, 2004 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhI have yet to log in on my Big Day. Maybe it's because I took my dissertation (6 copies of the 230-page beast) to a local bindery where the 95-year old Mr. Kast will bind it in his special way. In red. *grin* In any case, I have yet to turn the beast into the authorities, such as they are, and I won't be hooded until December.
Nothing deflates a climactic life-changing moment than stretching it over 3 months.
So perhaps I'm not rebounding so much as limboing (if I may make up a word). I'm unhappy with the election results, but mostly because of the constitutional amendments that were passed in 11 states. I'm disappointed, and rather angry in a selfish way because at least two of those amendments reach beyond the sinful lives of homosexuals and into the sinful lives of heterosexuals such as myself. I guess people are more concerned about keeping Those People out of legitimate committed relationships than they are in legitimating already committed relationships, regardless of their composition.
No, that makes no sense. Sue me, it's late and I'm tired and this was all just another layer of What Now? added to my life.
Next weekend:
Turning in the dissertation (Thursday)
Househunting in Iowa City (Friday and Saturday)
Come back home to repack my stuff in some semblance of order with the boy's stuff, finish up finishing up the house so we can put it on the market, and MOVING TO START A NEW LIFE.
No big deal, really, considering the Big Picture. I am, however, a simple animal like all of you, so my life is always paramount with all its minute and petty details. I spend half my days reading and lazing about, the other half doing chores and painting and whatever else needs doing that I can muster the oompf to conquer. The whole time I'm feeling a strange blend of emotions that I can only assume comes from being in love and in the midst of a major life transition. There's fear and hope, anger, love and confusion, optimism and giddiness and an overwhelming sense of . . . I don't know. Unreality.
It's like when you wake up one morning in Houston and then go to bed that night in Saudi Arabia (Feel free to substitute your own familiar geography here). Dislocation, perhaps? Discombobbled?
Happy, just up in the air.
I obviously can't explain it very well, though I am sure you are all somehow familiar with the sensation, if not the circumstances.
So with that, I'll say good night to my little journal.
Good night.
Nothing deflates a climactic life-changing moment than stretching it over 3 months.
So perhaps I'm not rebounding so much as limboing (if I may make up a word). I'm unhappy with the election results, but mostly because of the constitutional amendments that were passed in 11 states. I'm disappointed, and rather angry in a selfish way because at least two of those amendments reach beyond the sinful lives of homosexuals and into the sinful lives of heterosexuals such as myself. I guess people are more concerned about keeping Those People out of legitimate committed relationships than they are in legitimating already committed relationships, regardless of their composition.
No, that makes no sense. Sue me, it's late and I'm tired and this was all just another layer of What Now? added to my life.
Next weekend:
Turning in the dissertation (Thursday)
Househunting in Iowa City (Friday and Saturday)
Come back home to repack my stuff in some semblance of order with the boy's stuff, finish up finishing up the house so we can put it on the market, and MOVING TO START A NEW LIFE.
No big deal, really, considering the Big Picture. I am, however, a simple animal like all of you, so my life is always paramount with all its minute and petty details. I spend half my days reading and lazing about, the other half doing chores and painting and whatever else needs doing that I can muster the oompf to conquer. The whole time I'm feeling a strange blend of emotions that I can only assume comes from being in love and in the midst of a major life transition. There's fear and hope, anger, love and confusion, optimism and giddiness and an overwhelming sense of . . . I don't know. Unreality.
It's like when you wake up one morning in Houston and then go to bed that night in Saudi Arabia (Feel free to substitute your own familiar geography here). Dislocation, perhaps? Discombobbled?
Happy, just up in the air.
I obviously can't explain it very well, though I am sure you are all somehow familiar with the sensation, if not the circumstances.
So with that, I'll say good night to my little journal.
Good night.
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Date: November 6th, 2004 06:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: November 6th, 2004 08:40 am (UTC)I think when that starts happening is the time to get worried.
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Date: November 6th, 2004 09:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: November 10th, 2004 01:05 pm (UTC)I love the comment links, since I spend a lot of time picking colonies.
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Date: November 10th, 2004 01:07 pm (UTC)Once my life gets going again, I'll be around a little more.