Makes perfect sense to me.

They know I was happy as part of a couple, and they want to check to make sure I'm healing. I take it entirely as a well-meaning question. A way for them to express their concern and wishing for me to keep living. It's just funny that I've had multiple people do it lately.

I think for now I just want to get my shit together as well as I can. I had never lived completely on my own before this, so simply managing my days and nights and feeling content and fulfilled being here alone is more important. I don't want to be alone forever, but I feel like I need to right now.

He spoiled me for sure.

All I can picture is someone saying things like "You're going to see Phish how many times this summer?" or "How can you not like bell peppers?" or "It's wine-o-clock!" or "Why the hell do you have so many CDs?" or "You really should look into Bitcoin!" and ... thank god Steve got me.

I spent more than half of my life with someone who really, really got me. Appreciated my interests. Understood my foibles. Celebrated my victories. Forgave my failings. I have to believe that someone else is out there who can do that, but I have no idea where or how to find him.

The training/socialization of men starts instantly and goes hard. Everything you might like is too gay, too feminine. You are required to hate yourself for being insufficiently masculine, to blame others for that feeling, and to hate everyone who doesn't "respect" your manliness.

Half of progressive politics is Knowing Who To Be Mad At, and a lot of you bitches are flunking the course.

America's Test Kitchen. My go-to source for so much.

I've never even had it, and not sure I'll like it, but I was compelled.

Not sure yet. I'll play around with the idea (after today's batch of baking is done) and see if it feels rewarding. If it's a slog, back to the drawing board. If I do it, I'll just write "FUCK A.I. I DID NOT USE A.I. TO MAKE THIS I ACTUALLY MADE THIS MYSELF" inside.

Dude, I'm making fucking Beef Wellington with a ginormous hunk of extremely expensive tenderloin, plus sides and dessert, and I'm not spending anywhere near that amount.

Shit's bad enough that we can just stick to facts and not make up bullshit to argue our points. GTFOH.

At least Mother Murphy's is still there.