Relational Relativity

I'm sort of cheating tonight. Again. I usually don't write these journal entries to anyone specific, but....well, she had a plane to catch, and there were words left unsaid. I'd rather say them for myself, but still let her hear them, and so I guess that makes LJ sort of the best vehicle I have available to do that - to practice being empathetic, without being involved; to write about tonight without writing to her.

For a while there, I used to write subject lines which consisted of strange combinations of flavors. I wrote those to try to encapsulate the way my emotions felt, all jumbled up together, like foods that shouldn't go together. Tonight, this whole Origins weekend really, would be a good candidate for one of those, something that encapsulated my faint expectations and softly guarded cynicism, the pleasurable surprise of the unexpected rightness of a moment underlined by a long-ignored hunger.

I don't have a good metaphor for the combination, perhaps because I've become better at actually expressing myself. So the lack of linguistic trickery in my subject line today becomes a kind of milestone: marking a day when I recognized I stopped hiding behind at least one old trick.

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