The beginings of a rant.

So I am waiting on my clothes to dry before I head back to SD. On a side note Theresa I had a dream about you last night, we were in High School and causing a lot of trouble. Maybe I was just reminising in my sleep, who knows. Anyways, it has been a long weekend and I am glad to be heading back to my apt. I feel like I am at the point that I am almost emotionally drained. Reflecting on love and marriage and current and past relationships. The true meaning of friendship. And the hardest one of all assessing how you treat yourself, and allow others to treat you. Sometimes I think we allow others to violate us in ways we would normally consider disrepectful to our minds and bodies. But because of the feelings we have for the person, we make exceptions. As though we believe that they are more worthy than even ourselves. That because of the way they make us feel for an hr out of the week, they deserve leniency. We makes excuses to make exceptions. Breaking these patterns are the hardest to do. It's like chiseling away from a puzzle that has been glued together in hopes of retaining the value of the picture. Sometimes the pieces pull away simply, and sometimes they tear and pull, ripping at the finished product and leaving nothing left for others to enjoy. Of course as you can see my pessimistic side is shining through bright, I like to believe that love has that affect on me. But I am sure I will write more later. But until then well, you will just have to wait.