Hello, dear readers. I’m sorry I haven’t written for a while, but there’s been very little to write about lately. I mean, my unbelievably stupid boss, my sycophantic coworkers and my job have been driving me crazy, but I can deal with these things on my own. I don’t need to write about them.
As for my personal life, I have nothing new to report. Of course, my personal life consists basically of the heartbreaking contrast between what I dream and hope and what actually happens (which is usually nothing). And of course there’s the countdown to my fortieth birthday, like hopelessly trying to disarm a time bomb as you wait for it to go off.
As for F, I still see him every Monday, but he’s not my student anymore. There’s still this undeniable connection between us and sometimes our physical proximity does raise some eyebrows, but we’ve grown apart. He’s afraid of me, refuses to accept my offers to drive him home. We’ll talk and be so unbelievably close, but only when there are people around. And that’s okay, I guess. I still think about him a lot, but mostly out of habit, because there is really nothing more interesting to think about.
Anyway, dear readers, I realize that this post isn’t exactly thrilling, but I figured it was good to write something, anything. To get back on that horse, so to speak.
Maybe my next post will be more relevant.