so shmizla was commenting elsewhere and said, basically of the blues & mean reds & other colors of that kind of suffering, this following thing (which i'm sticking in my margin hereabouts for a while):
i think keeping busy is the best (if only) cure for all this; the ultimate, underlying, always-looming sadness i don't think can ever go away. at least it never does for me, and i don't think it ever does for anyone else with a brain. it's sort of like learning to sleep by a ticking clock, a dripping faucet or a creaky fan.
one likes to include oneself in the category of those with brains. that way one gets, among other perks, the company of other misery, according to the theory presented.
alright: CALLING ALL STRAIGHT WOMEN. here's a poll especially for you.
If in the company of at least one lesbian, as compared to a group of only straight women, which of the following would you say you are?
When around a lesbian or some lesbians, do you ever restrain yourself from talking about sex with men?
When around a lesbian or some lesbians, do you ever restrain yourself from talking about romantic/sexual relationships with men?
How far from a Kinsey 6 are you?
as usual, i welcome ya'll's thoughts.