Dad is taking me to the big electrode appointment. I had e-mailed him to make sure he remembered, and he didn't respond. So, I just called him. He's all, "What time am I supposed to pick you up?" Um...in 45 minutes! Goof. I'm glad I called.

I wasn't actually very far away, and usually I was hiding under one of those big, round clothing racks.

My mother has yet to forgive me for a hiding in the round clothing racks incident. She still brings it up occasionally, even though we're approaching five decades since it happened. That and the time I stopped the escalator. I specialized more in things like locking myself in the bathroom, sticking a paper umbrella up my nose and getting my tongue stuck to an ice tray. It's possible I would have been safer out of the house, except for the time I ran into a tree on my bicycle and the time I fell on the ice and had to have stitches.

Oh, Steph. I'm so sorry you're so stressed about it. And, I hope you feel better soon.

Thanks, vw. I feel so petty posting about it when you have things going on in your life that deserve *actual* concern, you know?

Steph, it sounds like you could tell him your feelings (based on the convo you've already had). I know neither way is fun (telling or not telling), but at least you'd have your answers if you talked to him about it. It's understandable that you'd go away and digest and then have some more questions for him. Good luck no matter what you decide.

OK, Teppy's Brain. Stop stressing Teppy out when she's sick and feeling low and shitty and tired and predisposed to letting all the old demons run around anyway. Just STEP OFF!

I think things are murkey, because of the unntraditional type relationship you guys have. Talkinga bout stuff and being honest is good. Sometimes stuff will come up that could be worrisome, but I don't think that if he didn't care about you he would even be going into that kind of discussion at all.

Also, I'm not in this dude's brain, but I am pretty positive he does NOT find you disgusting. Really, fucking truly-o. First of all, in general, crazy talk, though I know you don't believe it. Second, you guys have been intimate too many times for him to really be choking back loathing just to get laid. You can't fake that kind of physical connection, you know it's true. YOU KNOW. Your demons are just fucking with you while you're low.

{{{Teppy}}} I hope things all work out the way you want it to.

vw, best of luck with your appointment. I'll be thinking of you.

Okay, I'm sorry to be all memememe when other people have Actual Legitimate Worries, but I'm going to be a shallow selfish jerk anyway.

Can I just say, nobody needs to apologize for talking about their life here. And people who are going through hard times (at least here) do not begruge their friends' happiness. I want to hear about the good stuff and all the other stuff too.

Tep, here's my Really Useful Concept for today. Which I'm quoting from one of these shows we watch or somebody we know, I can't remember which. "I don't want to be crazy in love. I want to be sane in love."

Also, a lot of people who have the conversation you had with The Boy? They wind up being with that person for a good long time. Because their relationship is already based on friendship and honest communication. Throw in the good sex and it's actually a pretty strong relationship you've got going.

Also, a lot of people who have the conversation you had with The Boy? They wind up being with that person for a good long time. Because their relationship is already based on friendship and honest communication. Throw in the good sex and it's actually a pretty strong relationship you've got going.

See, yeah, that's what I was going for too.

I feel so petty posting about it when you have things going on in your life that deserve *actual* concern, you know?

Can I just say, nobody needs to apologize for talking about their life here. And people who are going through hard times (at least here) do not begruge their friends' happiness. I want to hear about the good stuff and all the other stuff too.

This. Totally this. I don't ever Ever EVER want to hear that what's going on in my life is keeping other people from feeling like they can post what's going on in their's. EVER. You hear me? ALL of you. I just babble on and on and on, because I'm bored and scared and you guys keep me sane. And part of what keeps me sane is being able to be involved in other people's lives. So there. No guilt, k?