Saturday, October 04, 2003

…Still Travelling

It is sinking in that I am stuck with G., and spending time with him is uncomfortable work for both of is. He is rather impulsive, and a show-off, and I fear these tendencies will work to our disadvantage. Despite his attempts to understand what I have told him, he is really just a normal “guy.” And I find myself talking too much about myself in answer to his questions—a dangerous and unexpected side-effect of a solitary existence. Still it dedges up unpleasantness, and since there can be closeness between us I am left alone with the dedged-up unpleasantness. As soon as I decide that is enough, I cannot say more, he asks another question. And I keep talking, to fill the silence.


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