Stone stepping

I see her tomorrow. She's coming for the weekend to get her stuff. Her mother is following a day after to help take her stuff to parents' house. Am I nervous? Slightly. I'm nervous because I've been able to shut her out. I'm also nervous because I'm getting over her, for now. Am I ready to move on? As time moves on without me thinking of her 1000 times a day, it certainly gets easier. Every day is a stepping stone to a more peaceful and more definitive me.

I went to Vegas. It was great. Though the guys I was with were all 38+ years old and married with kids and enjoy getting mindfully lost in gambling; I had fun. I don't gamble. However, when in Rome... you know the saying. If you don't, well, shit; go to school.

I've been trying to figure out my obtusicities. Is that a word? Nope, not in English anyway. I made it up. What that word means to me is the things about me that aren't quite right; otherwise known as weird. What am I referring to? I need to why I think a certain way.

Oddly enough, I came back to this blog post. It's been nearly a full year since I really dipped my toe into this blog and I've come back to this half-made blog entry. I'll end it here and add on it different entries.