It's really weird not seeing Gwyn so much anymore. When a crowd of us were walking back to the vehicles about ten minutes away from the coffee shop we finally settled on, we started to chat a little. She said she was worried about us, and was glad that we were 'good.' I told her simply that I'm still not sure we are, and let her know that I'm in that 'Fake it until you make it' spot. Unfortunately we were unable to finish our chat, but she sort of indicated that we could continue the conversation another time.
And then my father calls me tonight. I am still wrestling with the fact that he will likely never get me. I mean, probably 60-70% of me he gets, because we are similar in those ways. We are both rather cerebral and (if I might be so bold as to say it) intellectual. We can talk about things and debate and disagree and it's still a good time. But then when I go off on a nice day and jump into a pond with all my clothes on, he spends five minutes telling how childish a thing that is, and how irresponsible I'm being. I laughed at him when he started because I sincerely thought he was joking. When I sort of started to talk to him about it more seriously, though, he had to hang up saying that he couldn't talk about it right now.
Now that I think about it, maybe it didn't help me any to suggest that we could probably chat about it after he removes the stick from his rectum. But dammit, it needed to be said.