June 16, 1999 | |
    reading:Nothing but the FileMaker Pro instruction manual. I still need time to get over the impact of Wally Lamb. |
From the notebook in my purse. Scribblings at Barnes
and Noble.
A big pitfall for me as a writer is that I try too hard
for both me and my characters to be liked, which is
incredibly shallow and ultimately boring. I put
a disclaimer in front of everything saying, "This is
what I feel, though you may not and I completely
respect that, but this is only what I think...today"
instead of just saying, "I miss being part of a social
group who meets at Friendlys every Saturday evening."
So I dreamt of Travis last night. (See May 10th - Good Girls Carry the Heaviest Loads to remember who Travis is) It goes a little like this:
I was at the place of my employment near the fax machine that everyone in the room seemed to be using. There was a stream of people coming in through the main door. They weren't employees, but they were picking up a weekly paycheck or mail or something. One of these people was Travis's mom. I looked at her, looked away, and when I looked back, Travis had come through the door. I tried to look busy at the fax machine to make it look like I had made something out of my life. In my periferal vision I saw him, looking the same as he always had, standing by the mailboxes near the fax machine.I woke up feeling distanced from myself and depressed. We had met at the wrong time in our lives. I don't I miss him as a boyfriend, but I'm probably not completely over him. At the time we were together, I believed we were 2 halves of a whole and partners in life. But, he and I were young, his mother was so unable to let him have another woman in his life that I suspect she secretly wanted the Oedipus lifestyle, and there's a lot more that therapy has never truly gotten into. I remember going out a few days after we'd broken up and he asked if he could still hold my hand. Bitterly I said, of course not. Having coffee and talking, a man openly hit on me in the cafe, which, by the way, has never happened to me before and never since. The flirting did not stop after we had ordered our drinks, but the Random Man came over to our table, asked if we were together, and continued with dialog I forget now. That night is why I believe in Fate.
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