it's been a decade since i really started approaching guys on my own. (how i got so many of them in the decade before that escapes me.) but in all these years my approach to dating seems to have changed very little. i'm still a stalker at heart. it's a chance for me to scope things out before i put my cards on the table, an effort to avoid falling flat on my face and being forever known as a fool. but you'd really think by now i'd have some better mechanisms for dealing with my social anxiety, especially since i've never, ever in my life been shot down. maybe it's a sign of good reconnaissance on my part or maybe it's a testament to my inherent likability.
anyway, stalking boys has taking on new pleasure for me recently. now that i'm completely certain there's no hope of anything working out with anyone ever, it's less about laying the groundwork for a future and more about making the most of the present.
it's painfully difficult to overcome my introversion through the watchful eyes of another person, but, at the same time, it's incredibly rewarding to let loose (and to get what i want).
i guess i've just been experiencing a deep sense of freedom lately. it's amazing. i've extricated myself from a relationship i was guilted into and i feel, not remorse or regret, but a great and liberating joy. i bought the car i wanted despite ridiculous objections from my "friends," and i couldn't be more satisfied with my purchase decision. i'm back in school doing incredibly well and i'm actually getting excited about both learning and teaching again.
sure, it's probably mania. and, even if it isn't, any good thing sure would seem great after that hellascious depression, which i narrowly escaped. so, i'm trying to keep that in perspective and not get too carried away.
i feel really good though, all-around. and i wanted to share that.
as for the art project... production has halted for the moment. i was all ready to mail out the finished pieces today, but i felt really sad that i wouldn't get to share them with everyone here. maybe i can scan them at school tomorrow... i don't know what i'll do if i can't. (i think) they're too good to be appreciated by just one person (or, unfortunately, not even that one person). i mean, they're nothing profound; they're just collages with that swelltm touch. fuck. i guess these were supposed to be surprises or something.
i fucking hate surprises. even when i know what they are, the suspense kills me.