I have little monologues happening in my head on a daily basis. Monologues which can quite easily form multiple entries in here, but more often than not, it doesn't- for various reasons.
Things have been strange around the house, between Pony and myself, and just about with everything else too. I find myself losing myself in the very space that Pony and I share. In my world (a.k.a. mind) there are boundaries, yet they are non-existing in Pony's.
We spoke of it before, when we first moved in together, then again with our pr3-marr!age advisor five months ago, and more recently on the weekend.
I find it difficult not knowing my boundaries, what I can and what I can't. I need definitions and invisible lines drawn, so that I know when I'm "crossing the line".
In spite of knowing how to 'draw' them, I am having dificulty in "co-drawing" them with Pony. At what point does living with another person becomes 'natural'?
30, 20, 10, 9 - Thursday, Nov. 19, 2009
Work vs Life - Tuesday, Nov. 17, 2009
Faith - Tuesday, Nov. 10, 2009
Drawing lines - Wednesday, Nov. 04, 2009
Joke not - Thursday, Oct. 15, 2009