I think I've felt this way before, but it's been awhile. What do they call this again? Oh yeah...I'm kind of happy.
It's scary. What if it goes away again soon? The good thing, the reliable thing, about being...not UNhappy, but just not really happy, is that you get used to it. You know how it feels, how to deal with it. It's almost comfortable. (Yeah, that's kind of sad, but there you have it.) And having that comfort (sad or not) taken away is unsettling. Not a bad thing, but unsettling nonetheless.
So I'm trying to just enjoy it for what it is, while it is, and not worry too much about what's down the road, but it's hard. It's all going to change next week, one way or the other, when Mr. New Guy moves into his own apartment, (which is all the way across town, in pretty much my least favorite neighborhood in the world, but that was where he found something available this weekend, and he was anxious to get it settled, and I can't blame him, but OH how he's going to hate that commute, and if he thinks I'm going to be spending a lot of time on that side of town, he's sadly mistaken) and we'll have to figure out how much time we have for each other when more effort is required to make it happen.
By which I mean that yes, he's been staying at my place. 'Nuff said.
And if you had told me a week ago that I, the most anal-retentive person around when it comes to "my" space, would actually enjoy having someone invading it, I would have thought you were crazy. And of course, it's only been a few days, and he's a most considerate houseguest, and if he were to stay longer it would probably begin to chafe a bit (my house is small), but still...unsettling!
I can't believe how comfortable I am with this guy. Maybe there's hope for me after all.
And if it turns out that this week has just been a little New Guy-filled, Wiley-free bubble, and that bubble pops all to hell next week, well, whatever will be will be, right? It was a lovely bubble while it lasted.
And I've always got Pudge. Poor, poor Pudge, who's quite the most anxious dog in the world right now. "Where'd that other dog go? I kind of liked him. And who's THIS guy? Am I going next? WHERE'S MY MOMMY??!!!" I hope his little brain doesn't explode.
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Happy to read that you are happy. Can't help to say that (I'm sure you know this) we reap what we sow, so stop holding on to your fears and live this good thing fully. Let things be and trust in the universe. Be happy & have fun being!
Enjoy the bubble, enjoy the bubble, repeat- enjoy the bubble.
Glad you're at a happy point (and gettin' some- wink).
Yes, enjoy the bubble...and he probably won't like THAT side of town, either. I'm sure you'll see plenty of him.
I'm shocked that he's been staying with you, but I'm glad it's been working out!
DEFINITELY enjoy the bubble! It can be fun to "incubate" a new romantic interest a little bit as long as you're careful and smart with your heart and all that.
YAY Happy!
stinkypaw, I'm trying! :)
whiskeymarie, that's a good mantra. Do you think if I walk around saying it, people will look at me funny? And should I care if they do? ;)
3car, you are no more shocked than me! This was NOT the plan. I was looking for someone to have dinner with occasionally, not someone to leave his toiletries in my shower!
sass, I am most definitely attempting to be smart with my heart. It's just been so long since I've been tempted to be stupid with it that I'm having to remind myself how to do that. ;)
Ahhh doin' the horizontal hokey pokey.
Does he have any odd qualities?
~Jef
See if you can get some of that happiness to seep outside of the bubble. That way, if anything happens to said bubble, you'll have some happiness waiting for you. Contrats on the happy times!
So let me guess ... on your first date he did NOT order the fruit-flavored martini-of-the-month. :D
Speaking of Scooby Doo, George called me tonight from Laramie, Wyoming and we thought of YOU!
oh, my! what a difference a week makes!
yours a very happy one!
mine, well... the same ol' shit.
hide his stuff so he has to stay another week or so.
edge, am I supposed to connect those two sentences? Hee. Odd? Well, he likes ME. ;)
noelle, I will try to let the happiness seep. I have been much less cranky at work. :)
mary, oh I think that would have been a deal-breaker for sure. Hee. I'm so glad George is coming back! I noticed her old store is for lease again and I started thinking "wonder if I could get her to open Lulu Faboo again?" I need some new toys. Heh.
gorillabuns, I'm almost tempted to, and that's what scares me. I am not generally a person who likes to share her space. What the hell is going on?!
Hooray for HAPPY. HAPPY is good. I try to hang on to every second of HAPPY, because I know BITCHY is usually right around the corner. ;-)
From cat-lady spinster (I mean that in a rock-on-with-your-fabulous-self way, of course) to shackin' up in the course of a week?? Wow, Liz, look at you!!
I very much hope the happiness continues on, but I love Noelle's advice about encouraging it to seep as well.
See?? YEAR OF LIZ!! (I totally think it was the trophy that did it.) :-)
I go away for one week and I miss this excitement?! Enjoy the bubble, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you, my dear! YAY! :)
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