I really have no words or the urge to find the effort to put the words together to explain the shit-tacular (past few) week(s) I've been having. I usually take most situations in stride, and my stress level doesn't go haywire but by last Friday I had hit a two year high.
Despite all of the things I know I should do so that I do not relapse into my detachment tendencies, I just went numb. I admit there was something comforting about the fact that I can still get to that place, just to know that I can. But being there is pretty dangerous for me in terms of my relationships. A person doesn't just detach from ONE thing/person, they detach from ALL things/persons. So, yeah. I lived in numbland for less than twenty-four hours and bounced back exceedingly well. I think. I hope. We'll see.
What I could really use is a hug. Maybe a bunch of them. I'm not really big on being touched by people I don't know (and don't know particularly well), so if you aren't sure -- please ask me first -- but, if you're one of those people I like to hug ... make sure you hug me at Frolicon. Toucha, toucha, touch me. (Touch is an excellent way of grounding oneself back in the wide world of connectivity. I'll use you all. And you'll like it. And that's kind of hawt. Like whoa.)