Sometimes I feel it is worthless to try and explain myself to people. It is very frustrating to be often misunderstood by those you think should understand you best. After this, I'm worried about what will happen if I do find somebody who sticks around and understands things. I feel a bit as if I will become an eccentric old lady who lives in an attic somewhere and teaches sharply--the kind of person who will not keep current in her field.
Oh yeesht, I cannot explain myself even TO myself here. What a pain. I am having a bad day, now. Gah. I need more sleep. I think I am getting sick.
Time to go read some Spenser. I've been wanting to read Faerie Queene.