SUPERMAN

Superman (to Lois Lane): I've got you.

Lois Lane (in response): You've got me, who's got you?!

so those were lines from the niagara falls scene, where superman flew down and scooped a flailing lois lane back up onto dry land.

let's just take those two lines into an emotional context, shall we?

how wonderful it would be to be an emotional bucket.

wait...let me amend that a little...

how wonderful it would be to be a bottomless emotional bucket.

i would then be able to listen to people and their problems, give my two cents worth, and move on. all this in addition to handling my own issues. and moving on.

i know like-minded people...people who believe their salvation comes from helping others.

but...

HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH?

and how do you stop before you reach your breaking point?

i suppose we're always testing our threshold for such things, but the truth is, we can't simply keep taking and not have an outlet for release.

we must learn to recognize that we can't be all.

i have to learn that i can't please everyone and that that will, inevitably, cause some discontent and disappointment.

and i should be all right with that.

there's just way too much in my head right now to reconcile, so i'm just gonna chuck a lamp-post right...HERE.

i had the most fantastic dinner conversation last evening...with four people i just got to know.

there we were, tucking into burgers and fries in the middle of a crowded burger king, laughing our hearts out.

it felt like we had some sorta odd connection, even if it was just for those two hours.

we weren't laughing and pretending that everything was all right.

rather, we were laughing...knowing that our lives weren't all smooth-sailing...and recognizing its idiosyncracies.

we all lead different lives, but just for that evening, we meshed.

and it just felt so good to be intellectually stimulated.

three of us headed to union for a bit after dinner and, for the first time, dancing with this guy felt different.

there was a certain level of comfort, knowing a little more about him and his beliefs, even though we were totally screwing up the bachata.

last night might've been a chance convergence of five souls.

so i sent the four of them a note to thank them for the wonderful evening.

i'm suddenly drawing a blank.