The $64,000 Question

Does this make sense? I've been acting off for so long, I forgot how to act 'normal'? Is that possible? People at work and home have noticed that I haven't been my normal jovial self for the last few months. Laughing at myself, other people. Making others laugh and smile with my trademark cheesy gags and jokes. My blog posts have def become less funny. I'm quiet. I've lost weight. And those of you have have seen my skinny ass know that I don't have weight to lose. The reason is just plain stress. Half of it comes from the pressures of running my own startup company by myself. It's sometimes more stressful than I imagined. Nothing I can't handle, though, but it's all new to me. The other half is all the crap with Cat. I'm starting to question the difference with being patient and just taking a lot of shit. It must be a fine line. I now hesitate to use the term "unconditional love" because one of my housemates, who is a psychologist, explained to me that it would be a tactical error. (Tactical error? This isn't warfare! Not for me, at least.) It was a downward spiral, Cat and I were feeding off each other's crap vibe. A friend told me that time is the end-all heal-all. But if she's leaving in 3 days, well that's not enough time. Anyway, back to the topic, I'm waiting for the real Wootang to step back out. Before I've forgotten who he is. By locking the box around my heart and tossing the key, I'm afraid that I've changed mself. To save our friendship, I had to crush my own feelings. Is that inhuman? Don't think I'm being stubborn. I did a cost-benefit analysis of the situation, and I think this is the right thing to do. But yeah, the burning question right now: what's the difference between unconditional love and just taking a lot of shit?

I like shiraz. I like cabernet. Why not like them together?