It's the end of the world as we know it (and I don't feel fine)

Where's Michael Stipe when I need him?

It seems like every relationship around me is collapsing, and not just that slow, sad dissolution, but the big, fiery, soap opera kind. I don't know what to think about it. Obviously it affects me only peripherally, but I still wonder if maybe I'm not internalizing other peoples' issues so much that I'm getting emotionally crippled. It's strange, because I've certainly had enough failed relationships to sour me on romance and love, and yet, hope has sprung eternal after each one.

I'm in a relationship now, and it's a curious thing. I'm enjoying it for the most part, but I feel so disconnected from it. Usually, I'm head over heels by this point (ridiculous, I know, since it's only been two months. Well, not quite that long). Maybe I've matured? Maybe I just don't want to get hurt again? Or hurt someone? Or maybe I'm in the relationship because it was there? I certainly can't see it going anywhere, but then again, none of my others should've, so why is that an issue now? And I'd like to clarify that the gentleman in question is a fine human being, and this has nothing to do with him. This is about me. All about me (isn't it usually?).

Ugh. Sorry to be so maudlin and annoying. What does it all mean . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah . . .