(The answer to which is always always always going to be yes.) So here I sit, writing rather than planning, typing rather than doing the sort of over-complicating organizing that has been keeping me from writing, all while having that "fuzzy not quite here feeling." I quite like it.
I have been very frustrated by the time difference between myself and a couple of people with whom I thought I was building friendships, and getting a little whiny about it, and had to forcibly stop myself. It's a hold over from being the kid that didn't know how to get along with everyone; I always thought that no one wanted to have anything to do with me and I've never really escaped from that over the years I suppose. I forget that people have lives and jobs and other friends and interests that take them elsewhere. I was falling into the trap of thinking that it was about me when we failed to connect, which is a silly attitude to take but one I fall into easily. (As well as feeling sorry for myself.)
And I have absolutely no reason to feel sorry for myself, for the friends that I am making/have made are so worth the times when no one is around.
I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, but this is how my thought process works. If you're looking for coherence and some sort of linear pattern, you are so out of luck!