Dead Crush Died

Hi Friends. I don't know if anyone reads this anymore, but I certainly don't think about it very often. That's not to say that I don't think about blogging--I have several new and exciting ideas about blogs want to start. Most relate to dream work and my interest in stuff that my 20-year-old self would have guffawed at loudly while ashing a cigarette into her bare hand.

The dead crush thing seems to be over. I'm still aware of my crushes on dead guys, but I have little interest in writing about them anymore. For over a year and in my head I've been working on an essay about Carl Jung, but I will probably save this for the new blog. In fact, the new blog may be kind of a very long essay about him. As soon as I have have something to post, I'll give you the link to the new site. And if you aren't interested in my new agey mumbo jumbo, I'll totally understand.

I will say that my longing for vastly unattainable (dead) persons has waned since I'm in this "relationship" (I don't know what else to call it, but it feels wrong to give it the name I've given to other partnerships that were so completely different. ) I will say now that I love this person but I will never marry him. I will most likely not get married again. And if something were to happen and we decided to not be together (we aren't physically together now as he is in another country), I would most likely meet someone(s) else to not marry.

I don't know why I felt I needed to make that statement. It's kind of like a vow. My vow to not give over ownership of my parts. It's just a vow for now anyway. Vows should be called Nows. That's all. Thank you for reading this. Love, Shrew