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while adjusting to the change in water temperature in the shower cuz my roommate turned on the washing machine, I returned to pondering why I've given so much power to apathy and laziness in recent years... I can only attribute to the ongoing learning process that is this life for me... and to the extended mourning of loves and opportunities neglected, betrayed, and perhaps lost, and stubborn refusal to accept loss of hope, and some residual self-pity crap that still comes back to hant me when faced with the lonely road after a heart-death (somewhere in time in all these rambles, that term was or will be explained)...
the good news is I was showering in the mid-afternoon because I was going out to meet some new people... finally, I showed up at a MeetUp (and being the impulsive character I can be, I chose tonight to go to a place I've never been where two different groups were scheduled to meet up... LiveJournalers (with my propensity for writing, this oughta be a place I fit in, huh?) and witches (ironically, the largest group currently in Orlando and one of the few where people actually respond saying they will show up)... and it was a very interesting evening... as with most people gathering for spiritual or religious reasons, most were searching for something beyond social contact and many were still carrying the baggage of past spiritual/religious repressions... that said, they were a very friendly group of people... we did introductions and there wasn't enough to really know anybody, but a couple of people were connective enough to share contact info and I'll probably go again... might even check out the more Wiccan oriented gatherings they were talking about...
the Live Journal meetup was supposed to be at 8PM (and the witches at 7PM) and there may have been one or a few Live Journal people (or maybe not, no identification was made), but the group for the witches meet up continued and I stayed with them... the other people in the room didn't say hello or do any interacting with each other and they sure didn't stay long... my frustration with the live journal server lately might have been one reason I didn't wander from the witches to see who it was that sat on the big green couch for a few moments... maybe next time I'll wander over to the and see if any Live Journal people actually show up... the place is a great little coffee house slash video store that took me a half hour to find cuz I passed it twice before realizing the dark set-back storefront was actually what I was looking for... a great meeting place (and no smoking inside) I'll definitely wander over to again...
and then, off to work another night and that was my day...
how was yours?
work, local radio
The Salmon of Doubt by Douglas Adams (paused)
, and wandering the web
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