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Message in a Bottle
Feb. 25th, 2003 01:08 amI found another note from the anonymous neighbor. This is what it said:
“My hope was that I would receive a response, as I did. You have no reason to be embarrassed, these walls are thin and give little privacy. One year ago I felt the same way, I knew life could get better, it was just the longest wait ever. Sometimes it feels like it’s one thing after the other. Just as it seems that things can never get worse, they can, but a flip side to that is that things can always get better and they do.
It’s good to know that there are other humans near by, living alone can be very lonely. I know, I feel it too.
At any time you are ready, I would be happy to meet you (maybe even go get a drink!), but if that is not what you want or need now, that’s okay too. I know sometimes the best cure is solitude. Please keep the CD as long as you want, and give it to someone else who needs a pick-me-up in the future with a message letting them know that you care.
-Julia”
Kindness in the most unlikely places…it’s an encouraging sign.
I spoke with the doctor today; he upped my dose to two pink little pills a day. It’s better living through chemistry—both he and I hope that it will be the panacea to my problems. I suspect there’s more to it than that but I’m willing to try anything to make this pain go away.
I’m up to *counts on fingers* 4 vitamins, 2 blood pressure pills, and 4 anti-depressant pills a day—TEN PILLS! Part of me wonders if this is wise…but I’m not willing to gamble what little progress I’ve made in the name of simpler living.
I talked to J tonight and he told me he had found the new girlfriend. He met her through speed dating, which I immediately mocked, and said she was the new “one.” J made out quite well with the whole speed-dating thing and I think ultimately he had a point, why wait to arbitrarily run into someone compatible—at the very least you improve your odds with this sort of tripe. It worked for him; he got a slew of dates with interesting, good-looking, successful women. I can’t help but think that if I tried something as silly as that that I’d leave empty handed. I’m weird, not successful, and not terribly attractive. It would probably crush my ego, not spur my interest in the other sex.
Urgh, I’m going to be single forever. I suppose there are worse things…like herpes…or mullets. Oh well.
I started my “walk to run” program today in addition to my regular workout. It was good time at the gym, but I’m sore tonight and am certain that there will be some suffering to contend with tomorrow.
Double urgh.
Good night all.
“My hope was that I would receive a response, as I did. You have no reason to be embarrassed, these walls are thin and give little privacy. One year ago I felt the same way, I knew life could get better, it was just the longest wait ever. Sometimes it feels like it’s one thing after the other. Just as it seems that things can never get worse, they can, but a flip side to that is that things can always get better and they do.
It’s good to know that there are other humans near by, living alone can be very lonely. I know, I feel it too.
At any time you are ready, I would be happy to meet you (maybe even go get a drink!), but if that is not what you want or need now, that’s okay too. I know sometimes the best cure is solitude. Please keep the CD as long as you want, and give it to someone else who needs a pick-me-up in the future with a message letting them know that you care.
-Julia”
Kindness in the most unlikely places…it’s an encouraging sign.
I spoke with the doctor today; he upped my dose to two pink little pills a day. It’s better living through chemistry—both he and I hope that it will be the panacea to my problems. I suspect there’s more to it than that but I’m willing to try anything to make this pain go away.
I’m up to *counts on fingers* 4 vitamins, 2 blood pressure pills, and 4 anti-depressant pills a day—TEN PILLS! Part of me wonders if this is wise…but I’m not willing to gamble what little progress I’ve made in the name of simpler living.
I talked to J tonight and he told me he had found the new girlfriend. He met her through speed dating, which I immediately mocked, and said she was the new “one.” J made out quite well with the whole speed-dating thing and I think ultimately he had a point, why wait to arbitrarily run into someone compatible—at the very least you improve your odds with this sort of tripe. It worked for him; he got a slew of dates with interesting, good-looking, successful women. I can’t help but think that if I tried something as silly as that that I’d leave empty handed. I’m weird, not successful, and not terribly attractive. It would probably crush my ego, not spur my interest in the other sex.
Urgh, I’m going to be single forever. I suppose there are worse things…like herpes…or mullets. Oh well.
I started my “walk to run” program today in addition to my regular workout. It was good time at the gym, but I’m sore tonight and am certain that there will be some suffering to contend with tomorrow.
Double urgh.
Good night all.
