InsaneJournal

I was thinking idly on Saturday night, is there a moral argument against dating someone who lives actually in Portland, who didn't come through the wormhole? Obviously it would be difficult when things like this keep happening, though I think a lot of us have had that sort of difficulty back home as well (which is why when I worked in London they encouraged in-house relationships). But is there a certain point where the sheer likelihood of shit that could happen to you that you wouldn't be able to explain, including the possibility of just disappearing without a trace, actually makes forming relationships with people who don't know about all this inherently unfair? And, I suppose, does that just go for relationships that could develop into something seriously life-partner-wise, or friendships as well? Because friendships can get pretty serious as well. It seems like there's really only three options - only ever socialising with other displaced people, lying by omission about this actually pretty huge thing, or trying to convince people you're not crazy every time you think you're going past acquaintance level.

Overthinking things again, probably, but I miss having  it's on my mind at the moment. All things considered.

On a less depressing note, how the hell do you plait your own hair without it going all wonky? Long hair sucks.


ETA: Okay, a bun kind of works if I use a couple of extra hair ties. Whatever, I'm going to stick a pencil through it and pretend it's messy on purpose. Though this makes me feel like I need glasses to complete the sexy absent-minded librarian look. Also I'm pretty sure that hair is magic now.