I always thought of astrology as pure superstition and pastime. Then at one point I read about five different types of Taurus, with ascendant Gemini (my own), Leo, Virgo, Libra and Sagittarius. And each description matched with surprising accuracy to me and the four people present.
Last Saturday I legitimately felt as if I don't want to live anymore.
Luckily I was still strong enough to know that the only reasonable way to commit suicide would be to time travel back to the point where my parents met and simply mess up their relationship before my mom's pregnancy and my birth. But that's highly hypothetical.
Today I helped Nils move back from Nürnberg to Darmstadt and after dropping him off, driving the transporter back to parking place and listening to “Out of Time” by Blur, somehow a wave of nostalgia hit me.
I find it funny that you wrote that you are not clear on what our “relationship” consists of. To me, this is the only thing that is pretty clear. Right now it still consists of waiting for an answer.
So... I've written a decent bit about this woman I can't get out of my head. Which, by the way, also relates to the title of a great six part documentary by Adam Curtis.
Today I talked with a former fighter jet pilot from the Norwegian Air Force. He told me how back in the 70s he and his comrades had used basically all of the less populated areas of Germany as a training area for low flying.