Nonsequitor

At the bus stop this morning, I lamented to my roommate, "I can never really be sure if I'm getting vibe from someone. I mean, I can't tell if they're just being nice, or if they're actually interested." Her response: "Dude, so you're a guy." Awesome. I'm recovering from a breakup. Recovering. That's enough to scare anyone away from even getting anywhere near a relationship...but there is one thing in particular that's really chapping my hide. Before I went and fell in love with the asshole, I was ok. I flirted. I felt BRIGHT. I enjoyed looking at attractive men. I enjoyed their attention. And now, in the middle of the fallout, I'm not interested. Everyone says "That's Normal!". Yeah, I KNOW. But this time I'm angry. I want my damn fire back. I'm impatient for it. I want my desire back. Desire that doesn't remind me of him. And how HE made me feel. So what to do... trust the flow. Be patient. Let go. Try not to resent others' happiness. Find strength. Act as if. Breathe. 2:10PM On my way back from my shrink's office I swear to God. I saw a Chicago Police Officer on a damn SEGUE!!! This is truly the End of Days.