There must be some signinficance to this day, aside from the fact that it signifies the end of my marriage. I am reading "Letters from a skeptic," "Atlas Shrugged," and "Infinite Jest" at the same time. I'm finding it hard to believe anything stranger could happpen spontaneously. From the recommendations of friends to the obsessive reading that tends to characterize my encounters with really good books I'm a bit worried for my mental health.
This is complicated further by the immediate and distracting nature of my suddenly being single after 11 years of marriage (pronounced mirage) and the fact that I haven't returned home prior to 0500 in the past several days.
My mind is a bit muddled I'm afraid.
I find myself questioning the notion of meeting a beautiful, sophisticated woman, whose goals and philosophies are not completely irreconcileable to mine and vice versa. Questioning it not for any lack of desire to find such a woman, but for the fact that I may lack any or all of the aforementioned traits. I must improve my mind, body and understanding before seeking her. Seems only fair.
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