On the X and her apology

I quote:

"I abandoned you and didn't know everything about everything".

Well how about them apples?

It was a long, drawn out conversation that oscillated from "I'm sorry" to "Oh shit did I really do those things to to?" And it feels like I may have finally received closure.

As for TNG, things are still confusing. I'm still crushed. And I am still breathing.

But more on that later.

wherein hell freezes over...

The X apologized.

Holy. Crap.

heartbreak

The TNG left me. With nary an explanation besides "I don't think we are compatible".

I'm crushed.

Nothing eloquent to say. Just utterly battered.

Back to the drawing board.

grab your partner

In a show of "I can do this", I decided to go out last night and enjoy myself. I've spent the past week or so moping around the house and feeling downright ridiculous. Moping why? No reason. At all. As I said, ridiculous.

I made my way to the local country bar and decided to attempt (for only the second time) two-stepping. Now two-stepping isn't exactly the most elegant form of dance but hot damn was it fun. I also managed to line dance quite a bit, and it turns out all those years of modern, ballet, jazz, etc were quite useful and that learning the steps was not nearly as hard as I thought it would be.

Now why is any of this of interest to the blogosphere? (oh god I just said that word) Because it proved to me that I can go out, have a beer or two, and hang out with friends without feeling like a complete and total utter failure. I made a few new friends, figured out some steps, and had a damn good time and nary a hangover to show for it.

My last post, in all of its cryptic glory, still has yet to be resolved. I feel...adrift. Emotionally speaking. I am trying my damndest to figure out what's next and to keep my head on my shoulders without losing it.