Every once in a while…

She opens her heart to an old memory.
She closes her eyes and she smiles.
Just ask her if she ever still thinks about me…
She’ll say ‘every once in a while’

-Blackhawk

The other day, I was talking to Ray, and I realized that I had to count on my fingers to verify how long it had been since the breakup w/assboy.

“That’s a good sign,” he said.

I agree. It is a good sign. However, the conversation got me to thinking…I wonder how it’s possible that he’s not tried to contact me. I wonder if he’s still living with mom. I wonder if, one day, I’ll hear that he’s getting married and collapse into a puddle of Sally-like goo.

All of this time, I’ve been saying that he just didn’t want to get married, but the truth is, he didn’t want to marry ME. Why didn’t he want to marry ME?

I am afraid of this scenario. I am afraid that my “no really, I’m fine” attitude is a facade that could collapse at any moment. Probably pointless to spend any time thinking about, though. No?

In other dating news, I was supposed to see Date yesterday but he cancelled. Is this worth it? 😛

It’s a small, small world.

Congrats to my little brother, who will soon start a new job at WTAE-TV in Pittsburgh!

I’m trying to ignore the weirdness that will surely manifest itself over this fact…assboy’s brother-in-law is a meteorologist at WTAE. But that’s my issue, not his. 😛

On blogging

So I’ve gotten to wondering…how personal is too personal? On the one hand, fancying myself a bit of a writer, everything is out there. My life is an open book…er, blog…I tend to write fiction out of personal experience, and most of what happens in my life will probably end up in a short story/essay/novel/screenplay one day. (At least I hope so!)

But the blog forum is strange. My own blog is a mixture of personal insights, pop culture, social/political commentary, links, and journal. Sometimes my purpose is to rant; sometimes it’s to entertain; sometimes it’s personal catharsis. My closest friends read it. My family (occasionally) reads it. Random strangers read it. And it’s concievable that the subject of a particular post could stumble across it. Is this wrong? Should I be more guarded about what I put into this forum?

Thoughts? 🙂

Then why choose fear?

Thanks for your comments, thoughts and insights on the dating life of erin-go-blog. I’m closing discussion on this topic for now. Some close friends have convinced me that I need to “save tomorrow for tomorrow, think about today instead.” (yep, I’m all about the musicals today…) : )

So that’s what I’m going to do. Relax. Take a chance. Stop putting so much pressure on myself. Be honest about my feelings. Live, laugh, love. Because that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?