It’s been awhile since I last updated. For the longest time I thought that this blog was just self indulgent, that there was really no one reading it so what was the point of updating. Then I started to realize that it was a forum for me to vent my personal issues in a way that I just can’t do verbally. So, here we are again, standing on the precipice.
In the months since I last updated, Dean and I finally moved in together. Some people acted shocked that we waited so long, others didn’t understand why we were moving in together to start with. I don’t really feel the need to defend our decisions to anyone. We waited as long as we did because I didn’t feel comfortable just jumping into living together. We aren’t working on a fly by night thing, we are working on building a solid foundation for the rest of our lives. In many ways, waiting as long as we did was a good thing. We are both in better places than we were a year ago, we are more comfortable with each other, and yes, we are even more in love than we were a year ago. It’s something I can’t really describe…it’s a love that grows and changes every day to make it that much stronger than it was the day before.
In other news, Dean and I are planning a trip to Florida to visit the Happiest Place on Earth. This should be fun…Keith vs. the Happiest Place on Earth. Part of me is really excited, part of me not so much so. I just have such a blackened heart that I don’t know if I can actually enjoy it like Dean will. That’s not going to stop me from trying, though! Maybe I’ll get to have my picture taken with a Power Ranger.
Speaking of Power Rangers, Disney has decided not to do a new series this year. They have, instead, chosen to “remaster” the original MMPR. Their idea of remastering is super-imposing cheap effects on top of the series that actually detract from it. It gives it a cheesy Batman 1966 vibe. I watched a few episodes and then stopped…it’s just not the same.
Finally, I’ve come to a conclusion about friendship. It’s great, it’s a wonder to behold, and other platitudes such as that but when friendship becomes nothing more than a venting session, it’s no longer friendship…it’s called therapy. I’m not a therapist, I have no desire to nurse people through their problems especially when I give advice (when asked of course) and said advice is completely ignored creating new problems. That’s not healthy…it’s self destructive and I know a little bit about self destructive behavior. That doesn’t mean that I love you any less as a friend, it just means we need to get back to what made us friends in the first place.
I think that’s going to do it for this edition. Time for me to get back to it.
