therapeutic intervention

getting dumped sucks. but, when it feels like I am being punished for making a doctoral program my priority, it sucks in a special way that only leads me to feel assuredly self confident. if it wasn't me the last time, it certainly isn't me this time. i've worked for ten years to get to this point and any woman who is into me and has a patient view of the future should understand why i can't be everything to her at this moment. a little glimpse into the future, a little faith, and a who lot of love will surely guide her to respect my priorities. Does this mean I should cut myself off from any form of attention because I'm land locked in grad school? I hope not. studying being my occupation and side project, i hope for just a little female energy to remind me I'm making someone proud. School breaks should be my opportunity to spend what little free time i do have with someone special.

I almost made an unannounced trip to DC... that situation turned out to be more complicated that I could imagine. The genius, again, had issues that kept her from being emotionally stable - or at least able to make rational, relationship preserving decisions. from my current vantage, i feel like the victim of sista's tryna assert their sovereignty . some otha fella jacked it up and now, i'm subject to the winds of supposed "caution." Maybe she just wan't the ONE for me...at least not now.

Given the way things have developed, I'll return to Atlanta a bit wiser, a lot smarter, and hopefully not as lonely as I've felt in winters past. Strange how my boys who aren't doing as much in terms of their future's stay laced with arm candy...

I'm not hatin. I'm just sayin. My homeboy's are cool and I usually get some small percent jealous when I work hard to plan a decent life and along the way I get ditched by presumably intelligent sistas. Maybe I'm boring?

Today, I will listen to cee-lo's new album lady killer for way the 3rd time all the way through. therapy for a physical therapy student.