The Living Centrifuge

I think that God is punishing me for placing my attachment on someone who might not have been right for me. And blithely ignoring the fact, and falling in love with him. So I'm going about in a daze, and crying in public places and I heartily deserve this. I need it, because it's a reminder for me not to lie to myself. If I'm going to be this open, I have to also be unremittingly honest with myself about whether my love interest is actually "the one."

I just trimmed the christmas tree for my apartment building. That was nice. Good lord. I'd really like, at some point in my existence on this earth, to be able to bring the man I love home to my father's for Christmas.