The interesting thing about this blog for me right now, it's been neglected for so long, that it's not really read by anyone.

I recently pointed it out to someone, and I know she read it last weekend, now whether or not that will continue is another matter. I suspect there is only so much existential angst that one person can take.

The biggest roadblock to regular installments of this self therapy, has been the lack of a muse. I've attempted to enlist certain souls into that task, but I haven't had much luck in finding someone who gets this heart to beat a little faster.

That is until recently. A familiar character has reentered my life in recent months, and biology is complicating issues. I'm incredibly attracted to this individual, however she has made it plain to me, that there is reciprocal attraction. Well, I better I'm the first person in history to ever have this happen to them. For those who cannot sense it, due to my inferior narrative skills, the previous sentence should be read as dripping with sarcasm.

So, what do I do? Do I shove those feelings to the side, and pretend they never happened? Do I deprive myself, and the object of my affection of a mutual friendship because of my selfishness? Do I hope these feelings will pass? Or do I take inspiration from hundreds of years of romantic literature and continue the pursuit, suffering inner agony every time she goes off on a relationship, and tells me about it? By doing the latter, do I blind myself to other courtship opportunities?

Here's another interesting dilemma, knowing full well that this blog has been discovered by this individual, am I abdicating responsibility for that decision, by making her aware of my inner conflict. Is exposing myself like this emotionally a brave, or cowardly act?