Loss is passing me over. Or am I passing over loss?

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It's a good question when you see what the fuck I'm talking about. So it's been that as I grow up, I realize more and more that I'm losing people in some way. I mean, we're always losing people in some ways, but when we're younger, we're not acute enough to realize it. By losing people, I don't mean necessarily from death or abandonment, but in slight ways. When I was in high school this new concept (this is what the archetype "loss of innocence" is all about) was pretty hard for me to accept. But suddenly, in 2006, bam! and I was fine with it.

I think it's because I learned to prevent some losses from happening. I'll leave that vague.

However, I think that I'm not as paralyzed by the concept of loss as I once was. In other words, you nearly won't get a reaction from me; well, at least in comparison to how it was before. I think I'm dealing with it now actively instead of just sitting around musing over it.

This is all vague, but I want to get to something that's slightly less vague so you don't have to worry about the above.

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Okay, never mind. I've been confused as of late, and, to say the least, I'm not sure why. Just in general confused, not in such a way that it's hurting me. Well, last night I went to bed feeling down, but that's because of the Darfur lecture I attended. Right now I'm as confused as two oranges in a boat filled with scurvy pirates.

If "scurvy" isn't an adjective, well, it should be.

But yeah. I feel like if something finds me, it could go *glomp* on me. Wait, NO I DON'T. See, even that analogy failed to correspond to my situation!

Oh, yeah. I went running today, meaning I better take a shower tonight.

Spring had better come soon, because I want some outdoor disc action.