Living in confusion. - 2004-09-04 - 2:12 p.m.

The solution to one problem is always the start of a new one. I finished work yesterday at 1 pm. My hands are barely alive. I pre-wrap doors in a factory/warehouse. The doors are razor sharp.

After work I met up with a girl I had been talking to on BME/IAM for a short while. We got drunk and got along well. Too well.

I hate how my mind divides everything into little pieces, as if it's actually necessary to analyze everything to a fine point and to argue with itself.

What am I supposed to make of what happened? Rhetorical question of course. Part of me wants to explore the possibility of long-term happiness. Another part says it's impossible.

During my high school years I was fat, had a huge retainer in my mouth, and had third-degree acne (which I still do have to a certain extent). I didn't "get any" with anyone. For quite a while, actually. After the army reserve fiasco and what not, I started getting some. I did not recognize it for what it was. And I still don't. Half the time I don't know what is going on when it comes to love/sex/commitment/relationships/etc.

Because I simply cannot read most body language. This frustrates me.

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