Weekends Are Made for Meeting New Folks - and Stalkers?

Interesting, how things which seem out of the ordinary can take on a dark hue; an unfamiliarly dark tone which puts your head in a foreign place - far different than the space your thoughts normally inhabit. True story.

This past weekend, while I was out walking and enjoying the sunshine that appeared between the frequent downpours of rain, a man whom I had seen on a number of occasions during my walks began pacing next to me, and chatting. He seemed innocuous enough, and while he may have thought he was giving off a 'metro' vibe, I thought he was actually more tilted towards gay. (I think his third of fourth sentence to me was 'I love how you have your eyebrows arched!) Seriously, he had the lip-purse and relaxed-wrist mannerisms which I have observed in many of my gay male friends. I think I can be forgiven for believing as I did in this instance.

To Sir, With Love

Thank you, Sir.

Thank You!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank You!

Ten days of stressing myself out about a biopsy... Negative. Negative. Negative.

Thank you!

Notable By Virtue of the Absence Of Notability

Yesterday evening, I experienced several moments that were notable primarily because of the absence of anything notable taking place, and the absolute feeling of contentment I felt during those few moments.

Thoughts That Wanted Out

There are days when I wonder why I even bother with some folks who are on the periphery of my life. Today is one of those days. The energy I expend dealing with them and their mess depletes me to the point of exhaustion sometimes. I am slowly but surely arriving at a place where it doesn't hurt when I contemplate stepping back and stopping my efforts to maintain the semblance of pleasure in their presence, and allowing my real feelings to dictate my actions, or my inaction, with regards to maintaining these relationships - though 'relationship' seems to be too strong a word for the interactions I have with some of these folk. 

Insignificant? Not I. Now Look At Yourself

Insignificant?

That is the very last thing I am or could ever be.
Some folks have obvious and erroneously exaggerated impressions of their own value and worth as compared to others, thereby revealing their emotional inadequacies and interpersonal awkwardnesses. 
However, an over inflated self-opinion is not a problem I have. The problem I have is patience. If I ask you a fuckin' question. five weeks ago, then two weeks ago, and again yesterday, I expect a FRIEND to fuckin' provide the answers. So then, this begs the question - how deluded am I to think that I am considered a friend to someone so inconsiderate?  
Pissing off someone whom I feel is acting like an asshole by pushing has never bothered me: it's not pushing that makes me feel as if I am acting like a weak bitch - and I am NEVER that. 


Post Script: I HATE being promised something which never materializes. I can't ignore the lack of follow-through. That pisses me off more than being told to fuck off. In fact it pisses me off so deeply to be ignored that I push until I am told to fuck off. What the hell do I care about the anger of a person who does not keep their PROMISES.

In Honor of Daylight Savings Time

Spring Ahead

Saturday = Date Night? Not For Moi...

There are days when I wonder why I am not more content with life. This is one of them. 

Breaking News!!!

The Pity Train has just derailed at the intersection of Suck It Up & Move On.

The Pity Train then crashed into We All Have Problems before coming to a complete stop at Get the Hell Over It. 
Reporting LIVE - Quitchur Bitchin'

Big (Hamster) Wheels Keep On Turnin'

Sometimes I forget that I am supposed to be writing for myself, so I don't write those things that may be about someone or something that I have thoughts or feelings on at the moment. Why do I do that? I don't know, but I do know that today it stops. 

Get Off Your Ass, Girl!

If I tell you that I am at the end of my rope with myself, then you should believe what I am saying (especially since I am talking to myself, which is when we tend to be the most honest in our lives). I have grown weary with my laziness and general ennui, ever since the appendectomy. While the surgery was a legitimate reason for not exercising, I now feel as if I am bullshitting myself and forgetting my goals, as I sit here feeling my ass spread beyond it's desired boundaries. 

It's time to get my butt up and moving, and get back in track to the beautiful beast that I am meant to be.