I rarely talk about politics, but I will say this...Bush is an odd, odd man. And I need to pay more attention to the current events involving Kerry...he seems to be all the rage in this twisted little city of mine.

Life is carrying on like normal. Everything is upside down, and almost no one I know is happy. Just like normal. There's a modicum of sanctity in that, though. There truly is. Most of the people I know are striving for betterment. That is an inspiration.

I have begun to ponder (with more seriousness) exactly what it is that drives the human heart (if that is the object behind it) to long for another person. I have had the affection of more than one woman in my life, and it always baffles me how much I miss the companionship once it leaves. And I am often told that it is my fault that the relationship died. It may very well be. And that's OK. But it doesn't explain how much I miss things about a woman. Do I miss them because sex can feel so great, or because it is a glorious thing to be so close to another soul? Or both? Do I miss the dependability of open communication because it keeps my barriers down? Or because (once again) it feels so good to be so close? And why all this fuss about closeness? Being so close, we lose part of ourself. And that is a sacrifice that we are all scared to make, I believe. Becasue when do we know when to stop losing little bits of ourself in order to bring another closer? It's a crude, yet never-mastered game. And why am I so worried about being close? Is it simply to replace or regain the lost childhood of mine? The years without said closeness? That is part of what my shrink and I believe...but we are still brainstorming.

Wild thing, this so-called life. I still have a crush on Claire Danes.