I used to always run away from things... I wonder whether learning that I can't run away was really a matter of becoming more mature, or simply a matter of reality forcing me to bow to it? Perhaps the two aren't mutually exclusive. I still, however, feel that desire quite strongly, and wonder if it's normal, or if I really am unusually anxious about the slightest breeze of confrontation. But in the end, I have to admit that I still run away when I feel that I can get away with it.
Heh, I'll always remember Patrick as being the one who caused me to learn to not just stare in embarassed horror when I spill something. It's nice to have some little things that make that relationship not one that was in vain.
[EDIT: No, when I really think about it... I have gotten a little better, but being honest with myself, not by much.]
Heh, I'll always remember Patrick as being the one who caused me to learn to not just stare in embarassed horror when I spill something. It's nice to have some little things that make that relationship not one that was in vain.
[EDIT: No, when I really think about it... I have gotten a little better, but being honest with myself, not by much.]
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:54 am (UTC)