Hump Day Confessions
* I confess these first ones are going to be tough. It's been a long 6 months. It is not as malevolent as face value presents, it is a 6 month vent and many things have been "brought to my attention" "out of love" to "help"#lookityodamnself
* I confess it has taken me months to work up the nerve to do this.
* I confess that I have spent 95% of the last 6 months alone. A few hours here and there with a neighbor, time with my parents, the rest alone by choice. It has made me a little more weird, if that is even possible.
* I confess that very simple things make me happy. If I type LOL, I have LOL'd. I watch AFV because there is a nut shot guaranteed by 6 seconds in.
* I confess i did NOT like the person I was in the last relationship. I was yoked, saddled, and rode into the outback without water. I did however gain parenting experience, and I think I gave one child a view of how things could be better, and that she had to be the one to make it that way. I hope so at least.
* I confess a growing abhorrence for the need of another for me to be neurotically precise in my words and to explain/ translate nearly everything I say. I am not going to be doing that any more.
* I confess, on a related matter, that being "corrected" in public will get you envenomed here forward. The same people who want so desperately to point out that you are wrong don't have to balls to tell you your zipper is down or that you have spinach in your teeth. Next. (meaning screw you I'm moving on)
* I confess that I am tired of apologizing for my intelligence. I am a former MENSA member, and a bastion of truly useless knowledge. I have spent an easy half mil+ on school, 86.34% of my life in one school or another, and that doesn't count what the Navy spent. I DO NOT "know it all," nor do I have a penchant for one-uppance. If you really knew me you would know that I can't stand people who think, act or place themselves above others in any way, shape, or form.
* I am an official ex-smoker, I guess, as I have stopped counting days. I can't smell it on other people, but I can smell it on my things and eww I don't like it. so I've done about 30 loads of laundry in the last month. NO I am not one of those "uppity" ex smokers I can be around it and not blow the top of my skull.
* I confess that I love easy. I have loved people who have never known about it and just gotten over it on my own. I love people I shouldn't. I love people longer than I should. I should on myself often.
* I confess that most of my friends are my friends because they have the ability to tell on themselves. I absolutely ADORE that.
* I confess that I have edited 'Friend's Lists' not because I don't care about them, but because they don't care about me, and don't deserve to know shit about my life.
* I confess that this has been cathartic, and promise the next ones will be funny and random, I just needed to get some shit off my chest that has been weighing me down.
* I confess that I cannot read Thoreau's Walden without getting sleepy. Seriously, 3 pages, instant nap. Crying insomnia, and I can't remember how fast it works.
* I confess I hate the telephone. Business only. There are maybe 3 people on the planet that I can stay on the phone with over 15 minutes, they know who they are and don't abuse it.
* I confess that I have taken up a new hobby, and if I don't die from it i will post a video soon.
If you've made it this far, I appreciate you, and your time, probably more than you will ever know.
* I confess it has taken me months to work up the nerve to do this.
* I confess that I have spent 95% of the last 6 months alone. A few hours here and there with a neighbor, time with my parents, the rest alone by choice. It has made me a little more weird, if that is even possible.
* I confess that very simple things make me happy. If I type LOL, I have LOL'd. I watch AFV because there is a nut shot guaranteed by 6 seconds in.
* I confess i did NOT like the person I was in the last relationship. I was yoked, saddled, and rode into the outback without water. I did however gain parenting experience, and I think I gave one child a view of how things could be better, and that she had to be the one to make it that way. I hope so at least.
* I confess a growing abhorrence for the need of another for me to be neurotically precise in my words and to explain/ translate nearly everything I say. I am not going to be doing that any more.
* I confess, on a related matter, that being "corrected" in public will get you envenomed here forward. The same people who want so desperately to point out that you are wrong don't have to balls to tell you your zipper is down or that you have spinach in your teeth. Next. (meaning screw you I'm moving on)
* I confess that I am tired of apologizing for my intelligence. I am a former MENSA member, and a bastion of truly useless knowledge. I have spent an easy half mil+ on school, 86.34% of my life in one school or another, and that doesn't count what the Navy spent. I DO NOT "know it all," nor do I have a penchant for one-uppance. If you really knew me you would know that I can't stand people who think, act or place themselves above others in any way, shape, or form.
* I am an official ex-smoker, I guess, as I have stopped counting days. I can't smell it on other people, but I can smell it on my things and eww I don't like it. so I've done about 30 loads of laundry in the last month. NO I am not one of those "uppity" ex smokers I can be around it and not blow the top of my skull.
* I confess that I love easy. I have loved people who have never known about it and just gotten over it on my own. I love people I shouldn't. I love people longer than I should. I should on myself often.
* I confess that most of my friends are my friends because they have the ability to tell on themselves. I absolutely ADORE that.
* I confess that I have edited 'Friend's Lists' not because I don't care about them, but because they don't care about me, and don't deserve to know shit about my life.
* I confess that this has been cathartic, and promise the next ones will be funny and random, I just needed to get some shit off my chest that has been weighing me down.
* I confess that I cannot read Thoreau's Walden without getting sleepy. Seriously, 3 pages, instant nap. Crying insomnia, and I can't remember how fast it works.
* I confess I hate the telephone. Business only. There are maybe 3 people on the planet that I can stay on the phone with over 15 minutes, they know who they are and don't abuse it.
* I confess that I have taken up a new hobby, and if I don't die from it i will post a video soon.
If you've made it this far, I appreciate you, and your time, probably more than you will ever know.
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