I’m writing this from a friend’s place in central New Jersey. I needed to get away from my urban surroundings, so I took the New Jersey Transit train down here, and I’m staying here overnight. It’s quiet here, unlike my place, where the walls are thin and I can hear every footstep that someone makes in an adjacent apartment. And he has a puppy! She’s a cute little yellow lab, and she’s always so excited to see me. She’s really adorable.

Tonight my friend and I went out to dinner, and then we rented a movie — Keeping the Faith, starring Ben Stiller, Edward Norton and Jenna Elfman. For some reason this movie slipped beneath my radar when it first came out; I thought it was terrific. And Edward Norton is such a cutie.

My friend has a washer and dryer, so I’m doing my laundry, which has desperately needed to be done. And it’s a whole lot cheaper doing it here than going to a laundromat.

At dinner, I was talking with my friend about the situation with the guy. My friend told me that I can’t impose a double standard, of course — and of course he’s right. But it still smarts to know that the guy is sleeping with other people this weekend; at one point last night, when I was home alone, I was thinking that at that very moment, he was probably in bed with someone. I could of course be wrong — maybe he was out with a friend or something — but anyway, it doesn’t really matter what I think in this situation, does it? After all, it’s his life.

We human beings are an interesting species. We can think, and on top of that — and simultaneously — we can think about our thinking process. So on one level, I feel jealous, and yet on a higher level, I know that those feelings are pointless and that there are reasons why I feel the way I do.

Am I intellectualizing my emotions? Or am I emotionalizing my intellect? Or both?

I should be a therapist.