I’ve been generally high strung the last many months or so. Is it a mid-life thing? A last anthropological tendency to want to propagate before potential mates my age lose their fertility?
It doesn’t get in the way of any relationships I have with women, but in my own mind it is a stress that influences my creative side as well as a distraction in my much of my wakened thoughts, both in abstract and — if I allow it — in vivid fantasy.
And in case you’re wondering, having a broadband connection does not bring a fulfillment or release that reaches the depth of my soul where my true yearnings lay.