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[aliseadae]

Sometimes I'm afraid that because I seem to be the only one making the effort to see other people in my friendships (except for a few of them) it means that I'm the one who wants that friendship to continue going. This probably isn't true, but sometimes I get paranoid about being the one who visits places from my room at college, though I don't actually want my room to become a hangout spot.

I am back here now, if you can't tell.

I am glad to be back! It is good to see my roommate again and to see everyone. I'm looking forward to picking up my textbooks tomorrow from the mail center and paging through some of them with no agenda or need to read them.

Rice is tasty.

Classes start so soon!

My poem "Song of the Bogs" (in Mythic Delirium 23) is eligible for Rhysling nominations in the short form category. I have mixed feelings about posting this, as it feels strange to do so, but this post is also filled with other things as well, which is how I figured I would post about it without feeling like I was drawing too much attention to it.

Speaking of being filled with other things, I'd like to start writing less scattered posts or longer posts or more thoughtful posts or something. I'm not really sure what exactly I want to change about the structure of my posts but I want them to be more thought-provoking. I shall have to think of ways to do that. Maybe making them less stream-of consciousness.

This post is filled with things that I wasn't sure I wanted to say but have said anyways.

Tonight I played chess. I'm rather bad at it but it is still fun.

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I had the same problem with college friends. To a certain extent I had it with adult friends, too. And when I got vertigo problems and couldn't make all the effort, I did lose some friendships. But not all of them, not by any means; people will step up when you need them to. Really.

[aliseadae]

That is good to know. I think I've been worrying about after-college, especially since it seems that most of my communication is me-initiated.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Communication modes change so much when you're not seeing people on campus all the time. Truly. I hear from people who suddenly decided that they missed what little they had of me, and I don't hear from people I used to see all the time--and some of vice versa, honestly, it's not linearly predictable like that. Sorting out who is a friend of the heart and who is a friend of convenience is nontrivial.

[aliseadae]

I just hope that the people that I think are friends of the heart think the same of me.