tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374027510854627235.post1663708512425134331..comments2023-09-12T12:32:07.453-04:00Comments on crooked lunch: "hopped a train and brother did we fly" - a postcard (and a misquoted townes van zandt)jeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11253044174249832283noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374027510854627235.post-84499658002891804112010-07-09T11:10:59.777-04:002010-07-09T11:10:59.777-04:00I am not sure I am getting it exactly right, but I...I am not sure I am getting it exactly right, but I think I know what you mean about parters/Sig. others seeming to be such a priority in many/all of my friends' lives, whereas in mine it is...not the main point, the big deal, the "here is my life, fill it." thing. It is weird and uncomfortable and I sometimes want to want to be completed by someone else. But it feels so foreign.Lauranoreply@blogger.com