Yearly Archives: 2003

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I told Aaron a few months ago that I held his morals and atti­tudes towards rela­tion­ships as a per­son­al goal. Knowing him for a while and being through a few odd rela­tion­ships issues with him has made me real­ize that he has a very healthy mind­set. I’m not say­ing that there are bad or wrong ways of view­ing rela­tion­ships, I sim­ply found that his ideas fit with my over­all life goals very well. Even though I haven’t always stuck to these lofty stan­dards in my own rela­tion­ship expe­ri­ence, I still try to main­tain this set of ideals.

I know a few peo­ple whose main goal in life is to get mar­ried. I ques­tioned them about why they have this goal, and they would tell me that they sim­ply don’t know. I’ve been through all types of rela­tion­ship mind­sets before, all fair­ly dif­fer­ent, all from dif­fer­ent man­i­fes­ta­tions of my per­son­al­i­ty. There were phas­es such as “I want to be in a rela­tion­ship”, “I don’t think I’ll ever be in a rela­tion­ship”, “I’m unsat­is­fied with this rela­tion­ship”, “I’ve giv­en up on rela­tion­ships”, “I’ll be in this rela­tion­ship for the rest of my life” (haha­ha), “I don’t want to be in a rela­tion­ship”, and it goes on and on.

Right now I’m not even sure what I want. I think a rela­tion­ship would be great but unnec­es­sary. I’ve stopped being depen­dent on some­one to com­plete me, stopped look­ing at life as a dead­line, and have recon­sid­ered almost every­thing about what I want.

Being able to do so has made me think much more clear­ly and act with more con­vic­tion.

Dinner With Sonace

I went to din­ner with Sonace tonight at the Black Tomato. I ordered what I nor­mal­ly get there, and rec­om­mend­ed a seafood dish to Sonace, since he’s a big seafood eater. I had a very inter­est­ing red wine with my red meat, but unfor­tu­nate­ly I for­got the name of it. There was a slight­ly sweet start with an unusu­al fruit flavour, some­thing I did­n’t rec­og­nize. The wine was burst­ing with taste and had an amaz­ing, mel­low fin­ish. I want­ed to see him before I head­ed off to Hong Kong, to see what he’s been up to. He lost a lot of weight when he stopped play­ing foot­ball, and was sport­ing a slick pair of glass­es. Now he looks like a smart guy, going for his law degree.

Why I Changed Animal Hospitals

I just tried to take Patches to the vet hos­pi­tal, but it turns out that the appoint­ment was sched­uled for tomor­row instead. I’m not sure if the mis­com­mu­ni­ca­tion is my fault or the interns’ fault; I doubt it was me, but it could be either. Now my plan­ning has been fucked, and I just wast­ed $40 in taxi mon­ey after deal­ing with annoy­ing interns (the hos­pi­tal has amaz­ing doc­tors, but com­plete bitch­es for interns). I’ve been want­i­ng to get this appoint­ment over with for so long. Patches might be sick and I’m leav­ing to go home soon, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I leave. Trolley has the car next week so he’ll help me take Patches then. I was going to drown my frus­tra­tion in break­fast sausages, but I ran out of them yes­ter­day.