I typically like to post pretty often. At any given time, there are usually about five posts sitting at the tip of my brain, waiting to be typed/scribbled/barfed up into my blog, and my Type-A side likes to get them out.
I've learned, though, that when going through periods of emotional turbulence, I tend to shy away from posting.
The most recent source of emotional mess is that Kori and I are no longer dating, living together, or speaking. We had some rather stressful arguments a couple weeks ago, and finally decided to call it quits. I still love her, and I'm guessing that she still has a thing for me, but there's a point at which you have to just stop and say, "This sucks."
So, we stopped and said, "This sucks." Now I'm going through a bit of separation anxiety, a bit of confusion (I don't think I understand the opposite sex in terms of relationships), and a bit of regret.
When I have problems like this, I tend to go into "input" mode rather than "output" mode. I've been reading a lot. I've been watching a lot of Dr. Who. I've been working on my Latin. Things like that.
I won't be stopping posting, though. I've had problems in the past that have stopped me from posting for several weeks at a time, but I have no intention of doing that again. I'm seeing a shrink this time, and I'm feeling generally good. The posts should come.
It's just that writing tends to make me think about my life, and thinking about my life makes me think about Kori, and thinking about Kori brings one hell of a complicated mass of kooky emotions and thoughts to my head.
Just so you know :) I've become friends with quite a few people through this blog, and figured that some of you might have been scratching your heads, wondering where in the hell that royal jack-ass of a human being, Rory, had gotten off to...