September 2, 1997 Back to work. Bossman was ranting and raving today, though not at me thankfully. D. and I just rolled our eyes at each other and sat quietly like good little girls in our respective cubicles and made ourselves look busy. No sense in pissing him off even more. § The strange pangs of missing Winnie continue, half of missing a friend, half parental, empty-nest type feelings. How does a 23-year-old girl wind up feeling maternal toward her 21-year friend? I don't know, but that's how it feels. I sympathize with my mother, really I do. Two out of her three chicks have flown out of the nest ... it must be awfully emtpy in there without us. Several of my friends have described me as maternal in the past. I suppose it comes from the fact that I am extremely protective of my friends. When people hurt them I get very annoyed and dangerous toward the perpetrators. I'd go to all sorts of lengths for my friends that I wouldn't go to for myself. Maybe this is because my friends are in some ways a surrogate family. They're the hometown I never had. Last nigt I suddenly felt this terrible wave of loneliness and I just sat down and cried. Sabs held me and talked it all out with me. But it just keeps coming home to me, again and again, how empty the apartment is. How empty it will be when I get home in a few hours. *sigh* I spend so much of my life MISSING people. I've really just, gotta get OVER it. § Gabby said a little bit about how the web is getting boring in a recent entry. I guess it surprises me. I don't get bored very easily. Granted there may not be anything "fresh and new and original" out there, but I'm not bored yet. I'll be bored when there's nothing new to learn out there. Just the sheer amount of information buzzing over these wires is still enough to make me go "wow". Call me naive, but I still find simple things to be amazed at ... Next Previous