Nigel is bored, still in the office, and waiting for for some quantitative calculations to run so he can head for the pub. So he's surfing Dilbert, The Register, and (this time) a couple of the more interesting LJ's... At least, the journals HR wouldn't fire him for viewing on a company machine at work
"Bits of me are feeling guilty for being poly. I'm struggling to feel like I'm spending enough time with anyone I want to, and worrying about making people feel left out."
Hmmmm... We all get that guilty questioning feeling: "Am I neglecting my lover?"; "Could I do more?" and so on.
The answer, in theory, is that you can never do enough and you can never repay them for what they share with you. And in practice, anything - and everything - that you do, even washing up, is another moment that someone's happier. And that's enough.
Really, it is.
Meanwhile, dial up a few people: one of them's bound to cheer you up. Maybe it'll work out that you cheer them up, which will change your day... and they can get on the phone, maybe, and share that with someone 'round the edges'.
Oh and 'feeling useless' and not feeling worthwhile come and go with streaming flu and other chronic lurgies, which have a temporary depressant effect on your mood. Hot brandy and similar folk remedies work well with that, particularly if someone you like administers them.
Oooh look: a basket volatility matrix! I can save my results and bugger off!
N.
"Body like two deckchairs copulating, mind like a smashed piano"
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Nigel is bored, still in the office, and waiting for for some quantitative calculations to run so he can head for the pub. So he's surfing Dilbert, The Register, and (this time) a couple of the more interesting LJ's... At least, the journals HR wouldn't fire him for viewing on a company machine at work
"Bits of me are feeling guilty for being poly. I'm struggling
to feel like I'm spending enough time with anyone I want to,
and worrying about making people feel left out."
Hmmmm... We all get that guilty questioning feeling: "Am I neglecting my lover?"; "Could I do more?" and so on.
The answer, in theory, is that you can never do enough and you can never repay them for what they share with you. And in practice, anything - and everything - that you do, even washing up, is another moment that someone's happier. And that's enough.
Really, it is.
Meanwhile, dial up a few people: one of them's bound to cheer you up. Maybe it'll work out that you cheer them up, which will change your day... and they can get on the phone, maybe, and share that with someone 'round the edges'.
Oh and 'feeling useless' and not feeling worthwhile come and go with streaming flu and other chronic lurgies, which have a temporary depressant effect on your mood. Hot brandy and similar folk remedies work well with that, particularly if someone you like administers them.
Oooh look: a basket volatility matrix! I can save my results and bugger off!
N.
"Body like two deckchairs copulating, mind like a smashed piano"