The more I think about it, the more I find respect crucial for a relationship. Either I am getting wise or just old, but love is not enough (in itself). It is the respect for the other person and the other person´s respect for you that makes the relationship work. The weird thing is that one can be in love without respecting the object of her/his affection. Took me quite a while to realize that.

Still standing

In the past the hardest thing for me to imagine (and to do) was being in a serious committed relationship. But living through the worst month of my life made me reconsider that. It would be nice to be with someone I could lean on. Especially since my friends (when I tell them all the stuff that has been going on) don´t know how to act around me and that makes me feel like a leper at times. Yes, I would not know how to act were the situation reversed, but I have not become mentally ill or retarded and I don´t need anything but the sense of normality and/or someone to get terribly drunk with.

The curse of having one´s IQ measured

Since I now know my IQ and it does not explain my lack of academic achievements at all, the only reasonable conclusion is that I am lazy. Not living up to the potential that I am supposed to possess is a little disappointing. Then again, maybe the test was wrong and I am dumb after all. Would be a relief..

Thoughts on grief 2

Mascara or any eye-makeup in general is a stupid idea, even if you think you are ok.
You needn´t worry about what you are going to wear at the funeral since your relatives are going to be very, ehm, representative - sneakers with a suit(worn by a sixty-something-year-old woman) or hair that has not been washed for like a week(my 25-year-old cousin(a girl)) are just some of the highlights.
A coffin will always seem too tiny for a person you loved.
Cats don´t like moving to a different city.
Whiskey and/or whisky go well with grieving.
Funerals bring strange serenity.

Thoughts on grief

If I am going through the "five stages of grief", then I must be in phase one - denial.
At times, it is almost like nothing happened. For a few minutes I forget. Then it comes back and I remember.
The weirdest thing is that I feel more stable than ever before in my life. Does not mean that I do not feel this hole in my soul, but (with one exception) I have not done anything crazy(at least not crazy enough to qualify as crazy compared to my other crazy) and I did not act out in the past three weeks.
Cooking and running are a good therapy.
I won´t be let to continue being in denial on Saturday and I am scared.