I was a grad student for what now seems like it was a real long time
@feywon. I studied at well-known Universities, lucky to be respected enough to be granted student status at these institutions. I spent a lot of time reading, researching, but especially writing essays, theses. Spent a lot of time blabbing,talking, making points.
Prior to this, as an anti-war activist spent so much time speaking, convincing, pontificating, organizing, blah blah. Always working at it, 24/7. It was my life.
As a friend, spent so much time sharing, talking, being, scrutinizing.
It all lead to now, all roads led to having my son. Everything else seems superfluous. I usually can't put 2 sentences together in a cogent fashion anymore. I blew my mind out in a car, didn't notice that the light had changed. After all I have suffered, physically and emotionally, I'm spent. I envy you,
@feywon, that you still have much to say and say it well.
As for now, the best I can do is comment once in a while, then wonder why I spent the energy to communicate.
Being ALONE so long, not necessarily lonely, but alone---going to sleep alone, waking up, Oh No, another day of myself. It's changed me, and not for the better. Yes, folks do great things alone, but it's not the desired state for me and I'm conscious of that.