tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post6142970951613947352..comments2023-04-09T05:50:24.227-04:00Comments on Normal Was Not My Goal: The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste....NormalWasNotMyGoalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687479883199918652noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-27396055653269144952011-07-01T21:53:47.622-04:002011-07-01T21:53:47.622-04:00I sometimes think of my T when I'm in a crowd,...I sometimes think of my T when I'm in a crowd, but I doubt I'd even notice if she was there and not just cuz she's only about 5 ft tall. I just tend to avoid looking at people's faces. I doubt I would even notice family members in a crowd, I'm not oblivious.Miss Defectivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16299676284584329772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-13860956589374439112011-06-29T05:45:23.831-04:002011-06-29T05:45:23.831-04:00It's funny PB, but I'm often struck by you...It's funny PB, but I'm often struck by your posts. The experience/feelings that you have about your ex-T seem very similar to my own. The pain that you write of is so familar to me. Sometimes I just wish I could reach out to you and help you hang on as you try and get through it all.<br />Please try and go easy on yourself.NormalWasNotMyGoalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14687479883199918652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-24508549682981524412011-06-28T17:57:22.598-04:002011-06-28T17:57:22.598-04:00I'm so struck by your posts. I can relate to s...I'm so struck by your posts. I can relate to so many of your experiences around your feelings for your T. (at least when I was still seeing mine).Polar Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09042280087446534146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-72435115463945621752011-06-28T05:50:39.514-04:002011-06-28T05:50:39.514-04:00Thanks PB. It's so strange the tricks our min...Thanks PB. It's so strange the tricks our mind can play. Even though I know it's not her, I think I keep staring in hopes that this stranger will somehow morph into L!NormalWasNotMyGoalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14687479883199918652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-85858231635575397762011-06-27T16:17:19.245-04:002011-06-27T16:17:19.245-04:00Totally. I always look around me and search out (...Totally. I always look around me and search out (not that hard) people who look like my T. There is a woman at work who even though doesn't look physically like my T, asks and carries herself the same way my T does, and I feel sort of an attachment to her too.<br /><br />Sometimes it's just strangers at the mall or cinema. Sometimes I think it's her, but it's not at all...but I can't help staring...and sometimes even pretending it is.<br /><br />I have run into my T (actually did) before, a couple times. That freaked me right out. One time I was grocery shopping, and I left my cart and fled!!Polar Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09042280087446534146noreply@blogger.com