I have decided that learning to communicate with and understand [most] men is a form of art.

I never have been particularly 'artsy'.

I find it odd that my relationships (on any level - friends, lovers, or otherwise) with men in the past have seemed so....simple, yet lately they seem so difficult.

I don't think it's them. I think it's me.

I think I've got to learn to get out of my own head more often. I have been driving myself absolutely crazy over the past few years by over-analyzing Every Little Thing and I'll tell you what - besides me driving myself nuts, it's entirely too exhausting.

I could swear I used to be more relaxed than this...but that may have just been the fantasy of myself that I like to pretend is the real me sometimes.