Reading harold_maude's journal

It's here. A bit early, but it's here. Winter. We've had our first snow, and with snow comes the want to snuggle under warm quilts, lots of warm drinks and I would love it if this place had a fire place.

We'll end up have a couple of winter fires, that is unless everyone decides that it's way too cold out there to have one.
And with everything that's been going on lately, it may be that we go through the entire winter without one.

Ajusting to mornings without watching the sun come up is going to be difficult.
But a girl must do what a girl must in order to preserve her sanity.
As long as the roommate is here, I made the decision to spend my time in the house in the one place he won't be invading, the basement.
Since this is an old house, there are no windows down here.
Helps with stopping spring flooding through basement windows though.

I tried to explain why I have to stay clear of this person to one of the other roommates last night.
Part of it has to do with the simple fact that he and his wife are in the early stages of divorice.
And for some strange reason, when a man and woman split, men tend to look for a woman to cry and whine on the shoulder of.
They miss the company of their wife, or girlfriend and so they gravitate tord any female.
Which makes life a living hell for the female.

It's like being followed around by an annoying yappy dog.

You want to duck tape it's mouth shut.

Around other guys, this male will be light in conversation, but bring a female in, and men can be worse than women with their need to divulge every emotion they have and some you weren't aware even existed.
They want to talk, and talk, and ask all kinds of why questions(like I have the answer to all their problems)

Now over the years here, there have been many people who find their way to me and start talking.
For reasons I understand, part of my gifting, they come because they need something.
But then they go away.

I get my life back.

With this guy, I can't even engage in light conversation.
No, it goes into deep emotional crap that isn't my business, I don't want to hear about it.
If I was a therapist, I'd charge this guy 75 bucks a conversation.
Seriously.

For some odd reason he thinks that because I've been through divorice, we have alot in common.
He went to each of the roommates looking for someone who was going through a seperation when he got here.
I, being the only person in the house who had been through a divorice, was the chosen target.

I told my roommate that I can't give this guy and inch, because he'll take a mile, or more.
I was on the phone with a friend last night and this guy was just sitting there and I could feel the life draining out of me even though I was trying to ignor that he was there.

I think he hopes that I'll be willing to talk to him, but he can wait till cows fly.
It aint gonna happen.

I've become very selective anymore with who I give anything to, including spening parts of my life with.

I feel bad that things can't be different. But I have no choice.
I'm sure once the studio is completed things will be better for me.
I'll emerse myself in classical music and other music I love and disapear for hours on end.
And I'll emerge full of energy. I can hardly wait.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.