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It's been a while since I've done a daylog. Or at least it feels like a long time to me. I like to try to reflect on my situation every once in a while; think about life rather than just living it. I seem to have pondered and pondered until my ponderer is sore so this is going to be a pretty dull and list-like node. I've got to do something to break my writers block though.
For those who don't know, October 11 was National Coming Out Day. One of my closest friends decided to take part and I was a bit surprised to find out that he is gay. I've known him since we were 10 and he's among one of the few people outside my family that I would trust with my life. I could take this as an opportunity to write about my opinions on issues surrounding homosexuality but I won't since I'm pretty unfazed by this new information. As far as I see it, his being gay is just another part of who he is: it's a non-issue.
My life seems to have taken on a Shakespearean quality of late. The spurned former-lover, the lady, the best friend, and the quiet Romantic; all are characters in my life. But is it a comedy or a tragedy?
A girl who is very important to me as a person just broke up with my brother's old roommate. Meanwhile, I'm off to the side feeling guilty that I didn't warn her about his womanizing as well as the pangs of unrequited love. Now she's begun to show interest in a good friend of mine, sticking me in quite the predicament. The guy code demands that I not intervene in anything that were to happen between the two yet I have my own desire for her. It's putting me in the position to choose whether the chance of having something with her is worth seriously damaging the good — and likely longer lasting — friendship I have with my friend.
My advances are, most likely, inept at best and counter-productive at worst. I have had no romantic experience up to this point and am having trouble dealing with the crash course. I consider myself a pretty mellow person; immune to all but the strongest emotions. Unfortunately, my mood seems to be independent of everything except my perceived chances of being able to one day hold her in my arms. I'm riding in the front row of the emotional roller coaster and only she seems to know how the track twists. Perhaps I'm too sentimental.
The 'm' key is starting to go on my keyboard. I keep on typing words only to find that my computer didn't register the 'm'. I hope I can get it fixed or replaced as getting an entirely new laptop just because one key is broken. Or maybe I'll just get really good at lipograms.