Redwolf's Journal (continued)

Part two of... maybe just two. Personal stuff and the best warning I can give is "don't look if you don't want to know." Writing on weighty issues has always been easier for me than talking about them. Still, even in text, some things are difficult to put forth. Sex is one of them. Oh sure, I have characters that throw the topic around like it's nothing, but that hardly counts. So why is this such a touch topic for me? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe all that moving as a kid kept me from developing bonds with friends at the time others are talking about such things. Maybe it's just *me*. Either way, I've never really discussed it. Sure, there were magazines I saw at an age that would be frowned on. Yes, my parents bought me a book one year, and there was "sex ed" in school. For all that, I'm just not comfortable with the topic. Throw in the vast amounts of information of all sorts on the internet, and I'm a warped little bundle of

Well... I'd mentioned being introspective lately. I guess I'll put forth some of that. Mind you, I'm setting this friends-only (or trying), but if you think it's possible I could say something that would qualify as TMI, you may want to pass on this... When did I deviate from social norm? I don't even know. My parents divorced and I moved around a lot with my mother during my pre-teen years. That probably didn't help. When you don't tend to spend more than two years in any given place, it's hard to develop large circles of friends or deep bonds with anyone. And romantic relationships? Pfft. Only in novel-inspired imagination, if that. I guess I was 14 when I put my foot down. It strikes me as odd now that *I* made the decision to live with my dad and stepmom, but I was rather sick of moving and Grand Forks, North Dakota wasn't my idea of paradise. Finally, in Durango, I had a place to call "home." Even settled in one place, though,

Too much work and too much reflection... or something. Work summed up: Upgrade issues have settled, though we're still going back and forth on some points, trying to get everything working as it should. David's on vacation this week, leaving me at the sole IT person here. Last night was the first time since Thursday that I haven't been called to help with something. I've been charged with devising and presenting a plan to back up our network data. Honestly, I'm less than thrilled about that responsibility. I really don't feel I get paid enough to handle daily tasks, much less tackle something like that. Still, I'll do it. Everything else can be described as "okay," I suppose. There's really nothing at home that I can complain about. Having a couple weekends in a row by myself, though, left me more introspective than usual. I can't say I realized anything new, but I consolidated several things I knew and admitted the whole mess of it t