i haven’t written on this thing for far too long. its true. and i blame it partly on the fact that blogging definately happens when one isn’t feeling their best. who wants to document things when youre actually out enjoying the sunshine and being crazy. my journal has been neglected, just as this has and it’s because i’m pretty satisfied i’d say.
relationships have always felt a big weird to me. in the past there had always (maybe not always but for as long as i can seem to remember) been a feeling of an end whenever i had thought about relationships. an end to what i’m not sure. my apperant ‘freedom’ i suppose. or independence, whatever you’d choose to call it. and this weird feeling i’d felt always got explained to others as some sort of fear of commitment. i’m lately seeing that this isn’t the case. commitment isn’t something i’ve ever been really bad at. i finish things i start, i do what i say i will, and i don’t usually agree to something i’m not into.
so maybe it’s something else. it has to be i mean. but it’s funny that i’ve been bullshitting myself.
i just realized that as i was laying in bed tonight.
jeff is in squamish and i miss him. he took an impromptu trip out there with the boys to see them off on their impending tour. and so i’m here thinking about how much i actually really am into this one and how i needn’t worry, because even if it is a commitment thing, there isn’t anyone else i’d rather be hanging out with at the moment…
neat.
