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Dec. 1st, 2004
My HIV story
Dec. 1st, 2004 03:05 pmI think that it was the first weekend of August, 2003 when I traveled with my friends to Pittsburgh, PA. Chi-Chi and Kevin were having a pool party and had issued invitations far and wide.
( How I discovered my HIV )
( How I discovered my HIV )
I called Bob at home this afternoon intending to leave him a message, but I got him on the phone instead. I told him that I wanted to call him last night after I had received his comment, but didn't want to wake him.
I forget sometimes that other people aren't as compulsive about their Internet usage as I am. I assumed that there was a good chance that he had read my entry about my feelings, so I tried to reassure him that I "wasn't ready to pick out curtains yet."
He had no idea what I was talking about. Sensing an opportunity, I quickly arranged for another date this Saturday before he could read it. :-)
Nah. Not really. That was my intent behind making the call in the first place.
Yep. ;-)
I forget sometimes that other people aren't as compulsive about their Internet usage as I am. I assumed that there was a good chance that he had read my entry about my feelings, so I tried to reassure him that I "wasn't ready to pick out curtains yet."
He had no idea what I was talking about. Sensing an opportunity, I quickly arranged for another date this Saturday before he could read it. :-)
Nah. Not really. That was my intent behind making the call in the first place.
Yep. ;-)
Emergency Contact
Dec. 1st, 2004 11:57 pmI had a movie date planned with Michael N. tonight, but I cancelled it. Instead, I spent the evening with Russell.
Russell's having a rough time. While I was with Bob Friday night, Russell had brought a man home from the Baltimore Eagle and had sex with him. Then the guy robbed him of about $30 and a container of small change.
Russell's laptop is on the fritz, as I mentioned in an earlier entry, and he's realizing how much time he spends with it now that it's not available to him. He's unable to distract himself from all the things he needs to do, but he's still unable to do anything about them. He's been making calls to contractors about working on his house, but none of them have made return calls.
He made the bus trip down south of Baltimore for his weekly spiritual circle, only to be told the circle was full for the evening. What's more, the facilitator suggested that he "give it a rest" for a while. He has no idea what she means by that.
He's also dreading spending the holiday with his family. He has loving parents, but he finds it difficult to reach past the childhood traumas, and he won't have me there to balance things out for him.
He's feeling the weight of depression and loneliness. He's on medication for depression and has been for years, but the combination of all these worries, plus the holiday and the shortened days have conspired to put him in a world-class funk.
He and I had dinner at the Mt. Vernon Stable and talked about all kinds of things. The problem is that I'm not the right person to be comforting him, because when he goes home he's separated from me all over again. He needs to consciously choose some activity -- some fulfilling activity -- to fill the void, but he's paralyzed.
After we separated, I returned home. I was preparing to write this entry when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kenny73 called. He got an account of the evening first, and was a very good listener.
I had planned to stay withspiritquest and ricky66 this Friday, but I cancelled in order to set that evening aside to watch Star Trek: Enterprise with Russell. Ironically, he told me that he has plans to do something with Ett on Friday. I could call Ken back up, but I'm going to leave Friday open. I need some me-time.
Russell's having a rough time. While I was with Bob Friday night, Russell had brought a man home from the Baltimore Eagle and had sex with him. Then the guy robbed him of about $30 and a container of small change.
Russell's laptop is on the fritz, as I mentioned in an earlier entry, and he's realizing how much time he spends with it now that it's not available to him. He's unable to distract himself from all the things he needs to do, but he's still unable to do anything about them. He's been making calls to contractors about working on his house, but none of them have made return calls.
He made the bus trip down south of Baltimore for his weekly spiritual circle, only to be told the circle was full for the evening. What's more, the facilitator suggested that he "give it a rest" for a while. He has no idea what she means by that.
He's also dreading spending the holiday with his family. He has loving parents, but he finds it difficult to reach past the childhood traumas, and he won't have me there to balance things out for him.
He's feeling the weight of depression and loneliness. He's on medication for depression and has been for years, but the combination of all these worries, plus the holiday and the shortened days have conspired to put him in a world-class funk.
He and I had dinner at the Mt. Vernon Stable and talked about all kinds of things. The problem is that I'm not the right person to be comforting him, because when he goes home he's separated from me all over again. He needs to consciously choose some activity -- some fulfilling activity -- to fill the void, but he's paralyzed.
After we separated, I returned home. I was preparing to write this entry when
kenny73 called. He got an account of the evening first, and was a very good listener.I had planned to stay with
spiritquest and ricky66 this Friday, but I cancelled in order to set that evening aside to watch Star Trek: Enterprise with Russell. Ironically, he told me that he has plans to do something with Ett on Friday. I could call Ken back up, but I'm going to leave Friday open. I need some me-time.