Psychic Hotline
...written on 01.21.02, @ 3:28 p.m.
Mon January 21, 2002
So, Kim, ya gonna tell us about your vacation? Surely that must be why you haven't updated in the past 17 days or so?
:::Kim blushes big time:::
Ahem, well, my dear reader, not quite, no, not exactly true. I can't claim that I've been on any wild overseas or even over-the-island jaunts. My silence has been due to a few things:
1. My computer crashed and burned about 8 months of diary entries and other assorted stuff. Boo hoo. Luckily they are all safe online, but I must begin the laborious task of downloading them all. I have since replaced any software and such, and am glad that I had most of my work files on disk. Let this be a warning to ye all! Make back-ups, RELIGIOUSLY!
2. I've been super busy at work. This should die down this week. Saturday as a matter of fact should see an end to most of this brain twisting silliness.
3. My heart got bruised.
Yes, I suffered some psychic pain. Of course, if I had been psychic, I could have avoided the whole sorrowful episode altogether, now couldn't I?
I debated at the time, whether or not to write about those immense emotions roiling within me, making me cry in front of the computer at work. Since then, at times I have wished that I had recorded the fresh, oping wound so that my telling would reflect the melodrama that is Kim, but hey, I just might still be able to pull it off, whaddya say?
Once upon a time, one night a couple of weeks ago, I found myself sitting in front of a human being. A handsome mortal coil bearing almost the same age as I, with similar values and experiences. I guess I got my wires crossed, I thought he was interested. Part of me still says he was, but I can also concede that it was my own hopeful illusions playing tricks on me. When I found out that a liaison would be impossible, in some respects I didn't have far to fall. My curious pursuit of him hadn't been long, so I hadn't had time to construct any elaborate fantasies as I am wont to do.
The other fall however, was hard. I had misread my intuition. That scared and still scares me. I need all the allies I can muster in my search for love and friendship and if my own intuition betrays me, then I am in for a lot more bruisings.