I am again reminded of how I am never quite as finished with feelings as I think I am, and how it is still just as painful/uncomfortable as ever to try and do the right thing.
Doing the right thing is hardly easy, but you made it out of your old place. That's a huge step forward.
It's not even that though, the situation with my ex is what it is and I'm more or less at ease with it. The big cherry on top of my
unfinished business sundae is the gal I fell in love with while I was still together with my ex, who I explained my feelings to back in April after something came out about her banging her roommate and I couldn't keep a brave face anymore, and who ghosted me for three weeks after I made my confession. We're talking again, more or less, and have agreed to meet up and clear the air on the 19th.
Except today she had a big oral math exam, one she'd failed twice before, and she was kinda freaking out about it. So I talked with her, let her vent a bit, tried to calm her down and support her... Even though it hurts to talk with her. Then I congratulated her afterwards when she said she'd passed, even though that hurt too since the roommate was first in line to provide congratulations.
Then later on today we were both part of a welcoming party to say hi to a bartender who's been on sick leave and tending to his dying (now dead) father for the past few months. I figured "Alright, we can just keep our distance and I'll be fine. A good friend is gonna be there as well, I can just talk to her instead".
Except that the object of my desire also felt the need to have a couple side conversations within eavesdropping range about her roommate apparently wanting something more than just a fuckbuddy arrangement, and how she "Kinda wants to be in a relationship, but also kinda just wants to suck some dick". That was nice to hear. Then there was the other conversation about the roomie giving her the silent treatment "When she comes home with different people". Also lots of fun to listen to, when you've previously been getting all these little reminders that you're not quite as finished with your feelings for this girl as you'd thought and/or hoped.
So that's been my day. I've done absolutely nothing useful or constructive with the apartment, other than "testing out" the shower. Shower works.
I saw on the last page that you're working through maths through Khan academy. I'm a CompSci major and I've been told I'm alright at tutoring. If you run into any sort of mental block I'm more than happy to try and help you work through it.
Don't bother; I don't think you realize just how far behind I am in regards to curriculum. I'm 29 years old, and Khan is currently helping me come to terms with
nested fractions.
Kind of happens when you grew up with 0 organized education. So for all of my "Staring at science's ass while it passes by", I'm a fucking ignorant shithead who has no knowledge of any actual disciplines and can't hold his own in a discussion about... Well, much of anything, really. Which sucks, since I have no other skills or experience to offer up either.
No job, no education, no passion, no car, no anything... No fucking wonder nobody wants me. Can't blame them.