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Monday, March 28, 2016

The drilling noise isn't particularly deafening.

Recently I've been duplicating bits of me through piddly stories and opinions, and leaving them with new people I meet. 
Some will hopefully stick around and imbibe more, making my presence larger, more tangible, more real. 
Others will leave, taking bits of me to places I'm present only through vague memories and once-upon-some-times. 

From having an apparent chronic inability to approach new people, to talk and to share, to becoming a tad more outgoing and trying to drill a little hole through the shell I've been hiding in for a while, I'm doing rather better than I expected to.

1 comments:

Ghost Rider said...

A year later! About time for a new post :-)