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2000-11-16

Lesbian dreams

I was actually wide-awake when I rose this morning. That's a change, usually I just can't seem to open my eyes. I attribute it to last night's meditation. Mmmmm, balance.

Okay, so I walk into work this morning, and my coworker tells me that she didn't "get any" last night, and it's MY fault. Huh? Did I miss something? She kept saying that, pointedly, so finally I asked, "Okay, spill. How is it MY fault?" She said, "We fought. Over YOU. And I didn't get any because of it."

Alrighty, don't need to know more, that said enough. I'm not even going to try and analyze that one. I've never met her lover, so to "fight over" me must mean that my coworker said something about me. After she told me why it was my fault, she said, "are you happy?" I know she meant it sarcastically, but I responded with a jovial, "Actually, I am!" And left it at that. Of course I'm happy that there are people fighting over me that I don't even know. That's just the way I am. It's called "Ego".

Something I try damned hard to get rid of every Wednesday with meditation, every night with my hand-written journal, and every day in my thoughts. But in a moment like that, the ego wins, and all my self-work jumps ship as I sit in my confidence and gloat. It won't last forever, it's definintely not how I want to operate, but for little moments, I'm not going to deny myself that scrumptuous superficial feeling.

People like me.

-Barbarella

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Lesbian dreams 2000-11-16 12:36:17 I was actually wide-awake when I rose this morning. That's a change, usually I just can't seem to open my eyes. I attribute it to last night's meditation. Mmmmm, balance.

Okay, so I walk into work this morning, and my coworker tells me that she didn't "get any" last night, and it's MY fault. Huh? Did I miss something? She kept saying that, pointedly, so finally I asked, "Okay, spill. How is it MY fault?" She said, "We fought. Over YOU. And I didn't get any because of it."

Alrighty, don't need to know more, that said enough. I'm not even going to try and analyze that one. I've never met her lover, so to "fight over" me must mean that my coworker said something about me. After she told me why it was my fault, she said, "are you happy?" I know she meant it sarcastically, but I responded with a jovial, "Actually, I am!" And left it at that. Of course I'm happy that there are people fighting over me that I don't even know. That's just the way I am. It's called "Ego".

Something I try damned hard to get rid of every Wednesday with meditation, every night with my hand-written journal, and every day in my thoughts. But in a moment like that, the ego wins, and all my self-work jumps ship as I sit in my confidence and gloat. It won't last forever, it's definintely not how I want to operate, but for little moments, I'm not going to deny myself that scrumptuous superficial feeling.

People like me.