More Sh*t

Well its weeks later.  The bitch I was referring to earlier is a non factor.  I find that when I am interested in someone I over-communicate making them scared (with good reason.) They then run away.  Why I can't get any "action."  Its pathetic, but I think it a potential life saver.  Of course I have to do something, not just avoid sex, to get into God's paradise. 

I met some jw's during a lunch time walk and I said the magic words to them so as not to give a false impression of myself.  I said I was "inactive" which means that I've been bad, but not necessarily so bad that I got kicked out.  They automatically whipped out a booklet designed for people like me that was released a couple of years ago.  I told them I had seen it before and had read through it.  "Read through" meaning that I had scanned it and gotten an idea of the contents but did not necessarily read every word.  I wanted to know if the Khall was in a safe area that I could walk to at night safely (meetings start at 7:30 PM and end around 9:00 PM.)  They said the one at 5th and N was so I thought about going there but haven't made it yet. 

Its a good distance so I'll probably have to take the metro.  Maybe the next time I spend the night in DC I could go there.  I have on one occasion taken a hotel room to relieve the stress of a long commute.  It didn't work out that well  but I think its a matter of choosing the correct location and having specific plans on how to  spend the time.

I really want to leave my bad house in SoVa and I am making small progress on that front.  Its a long way to go though.  I'm going to kill myself out of grief and frustration on leaving (or potentially leaving that place.)  My memories from there are uniformly bad, yet even so it is hard to tear myself away.  I've started throwing the excess junk out and moving the small packables.  This is going to take several months to effect this move.