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webcowgirlTo bed last night in a horrible mood, leading inevitably to a bad night's sleep and feeling overemotional this morning. Great. Welcome to Thursday.
I was reading a book by Connie Willis on the bus this morning, a short story set during the Blitz. "The tide is out," they say one night as a firefighter (a time traveller) rushes off to save his girlfriend. He later gets that this means there's no water to fight fires with. Then it dawned on me that the firefighters are pumping water from the river, which a month ago I would never have associated as being something having anything to do with tides. It was rather a bleak plot point to understand at that time of the morning.
Article in yesterday's New York Times gave me a lot to think about. "People are relying too much on marriage to provide for all of their emotional connections," the article states. Wow, that really hit home. The whole reason I moved here, and the whole reason I slag off on not being able to find friends in Seattle, is because I was in a situation where I felt I only had one person to provide me with emotional support, period. Over the course of ten years I maybe got close enough to people to really open up to them about three times, and none of those relationships lasted, leaving me completely alone when my spouse became so depressed he could no longer support me. Is the loss of these kinds of friendships really due to Freud making everyone worry that if they're that close to someone of the same sex, they're gay? I've attached the full text to this page if you want to read it. Comments?
I was reading a book by Connie Willis on the bus this morning, a short story set during the Blitz. "The tide is out," they say one night as a firefighter (a time traveller) rushes off to save his girlfriend. He later gets that this means there's no water to fight fires with. Then it dawned on me that the firefighters are pumping water from the river, which a month ago I would never have associated as being something having anything to do with tides. It was rather a bleak plot point to understand at that time of the morning.
Article in yesterday's New York Times gave me a lot to think about. "People are relying too much on marriage to provide for all of their emotional connections," the article states. Wow, that really hit home. The whole reason I moved here, and the whole reason I slag off on not being able to find friends in Seattle, is because I was in a situation where I felt I only had one person to provide me with emotional support, period. Over the course of ten years I maybe got close enough to people to really open up to them about three times, and none of those relationships lasted, leaving me completely alone when my spouse became so depressed he could no longer support me. Is the loss of these kinds of friendships really due to Freud making everyone worry that if they're that close to someone of the same sex, they're gay? I've attached the full text to this page if you want to read it. Comments?
