…do not read too much into my writings. especially when they are so intermittent, they have a tendency to be conglomerations of half-started endeavors roughly cobbled together and eventually posted as one post, and yes, even though i spend so little time writing these days, i spend even less time editing. some of the inherent obtuseness is unintentional.

on that note, the previous post had nothing to do with anyone in town: it referred to the two individuals i refer to as “my long-distance crazy stalkers,” and yes, it was intended to tweak their noses a little bit, but not maliciously. i am very happy in the reality i have with my lady (although it exists in an unlovely place) and i am also happy to have the friends in my life whom i have. i hope our friendship continues.

but yeah, just because the whole girlfriend routine makes it uncomfortable to talk to you sometimes, and couple that with the crazy work/kids/girlfriend/soccer schedule, doesn’t mean that i’ve been working to get rid of you just because we don’t talk much. and it’s not like i single you out for not paying attention to. even my twitter friends suffer from the same thing nowadays: my presence there is almost fully automated. you are not alone, but you are still loved, admired, liked, and respected (as appropriate).

i’m busy, dammit. and when i’m not busy, i’m distracted. you knew this years ago, and found it charming. keep it in mind, please.

;-P