Sometimes cutting myself slack and doing the sensible thing means skipping something I would enjoy. In this case, a party. I was looking forward to seeing people, but it would have been an hour and a half each way; I've done two social things in the last few days, and am going to Boston next weekend, and it seemed imprudent. I hit the point of realizing that I'd regret staying home, but I'd probably regret going, for different reasons, and that the sensible thing was to turn around, come back here, and drink tea with [livejournal.com profile] cattitude.

[livejournal.com profile] elisem posted, quite well, on related matters a couple of days ago, under a heading like "The Intermittent Elusiveness of Desire." Sometimes the things I want are elusive; sometimes, odder and in some ways more distressing, desire itself is elusive.
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