I'm am usually never conflicted about writing about things one would deem personal here. The rule is that I tend to avoid doing it since the purpose of this thing (if there is one) is not about the personal save what odd little thoughts rove through my mind. In other words, this is not a confessional/person sort of journal that I exhibit to the public in a most exhibitionist manner. No that is not my nature and even though I won't judge those who have such public journals, I do question their motives. Hell I barely talk about personal things with people I know and I sure as hell am not going to go spilling my guts all over the page. Now following that bad cliche, I must bring another one: the old girlfriend surprise visit shaking my tree story.
The visit just happened moments ago, and I was friendly and inquisitive and happy to see her, as she was me, but now I just feel unsettled, distracted and am thinking far too much about what could have been etc. etc. etc, and what I did wrong and what was wrong and what was right and the future and about love and...well you get the picture. And all this from someone I thought I was over with years ago.
What the hell is up with that?