It seems that the same old things will always haunt me through that dreaming state of stress and anxiety when I least expect it.

I have a lot of unresolved dilemmas floating around in my brain lately.

Mostly to do with social things like gender and equality, those sorts of riffs. And it's nothing that's denying anyone who they truly want to be. There's just so much I don't understand about why anyone wants to squash those identities or ideals. And on the flip side of that, I'm a person that always has a lot of questions, because I really like understanding - seeing the cogs turns - and every time I get the chance to have a relationship with someone that is more empathetic to these ways of life, my questions come across as crass and insensitive, which is the last thing I'm truly trying to promote.

All in all, everyone has the thinnest skin these days and the time where you could speak freely without walking on egg shells is diminishing. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but it does pose more of a challenge than it should. People should know who their networks are and who honestly means well and who doesn't.

I guess I'm just frustrated because I feel guilty all the time just for being who I am and for that having been the baseline norm for so long.

Excuse me. 

That romantic idea in the back of your brain... quell it. It's dead in the water already and you're no closer to realizing that fake sense of fulfillment that was on the tip of your supreme conscious. 

Not to bombard you, but I've noticed that I haven't been telling you my dreams. At least, not typing them out for the waves of cyber-eternity to carry out until the EMP's take out every last god damn server holding a good chunk of my thoughts. I should rectify this. But then again, I always forget about you when I have someone other than myself to think about so consistently. 

I'm still trying to figure out if I still talk to you every day or if you're just a piece of my imagination. Only time will tell. 

Sometimes people are more of a disservice to those around them than they are to themselves without even knowing. I'm saying more along the lines of being a shitty person reflects poorly on the awesome people in their life, besmirching their otherwise sterling recommendations. 

I pride myself in having good people around me. I love my friends fiercely. And I can only hope that I'm not the weak link that brings that sort of questioning to anyone's integrity. 

There are those times. And THOSE times. 

I waste a lot of my life just waiting...