Really, I have no clue where men are from but it's certain that men and women are from different planets. I always thought that was a good thing because if we were both from the same place, wouldn't it be.... boring??? That's what I thought. I'm starting to think otherwise.
I also always thought a man and a woman could be friends and nothing more. Maybe a gay man and a straight woman or a gay woman and a straight man, but I don't think a straight man and a straight woman can be friends and that's it. Nothing else. Nada. Nope. Because it doesn't seem to matter what happens but one always seems to either want to have sex with the other one (and this could be for the plain simple reason of just wanting to see what it's like) OR one starts to LIKE the other one, as in, romantic feelings. BAH!!!!!! And I have to tell ya' - it sucks on either end. Don't think it's a one way street and you only get the shaft if you're the one doing the liking. WRONG. Here you could have found this awesome platonic friendship - someone to hang out with, be yourself with, talk about almost anything, get the opposite sex perspective, and BAM! they start looking at you like..... you know how.... with stars in their eyes. Something changes somewhere. Maybe you know when it happened or maybe you don't. But it happened somewhere along the way and all of a sudden, one of you want something more. WHYYYYY? It was going along so well. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO GET ALL FUCKED UP???? And you KNOW it's not going to end well. But the one that has fallen says "no, no, no.... it's fine, we'll just keep being friends" and you're thinking "oh yeah.... this is going to work" but you go along with it and you don't change anything, you just keep doing what you were doing but somehow, you've led them on. How does this happen? You didn't do anything differently but because THEIR feelings changed, YOU led them on. It's soooooo very wrong.
So now you have to have the talk to straighten it all out. You have to be the wretched, rotten, douche bag of a person that lays it on the line because even though you did NOTHING differently, you are somehow to blame for another person being hurt. One that you happen to care about, by the way. One who you consider a very, very good friend. Think that's going to go down the perverbial drain???? Oh the drama - anyone who knows me knows how much I hate drama. I left all my drama in North Carolina - his name is Ray Bray (no, I have no idea why anyone would name a child that). He's someone else's drama now (did ya' hear - he's engaged a fourth or fifth or maybe even sixth time- who really knows how many - to get married for the third time?!?!?!?!? LOL). So here we go.... let's be the asshole who has to ask the tough questions like "why did you think things were going to change" and shit like that. Now you're the jackass. You're the heartless bitch who has no feelings. But really.... you do.
You know what? I don't think a man and a woman can be just friends and only friends. There. I said it. Are you happy now?
Isn't that a song?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Stick A Fork In Me - I'm Done
It's been a while. Okay.... it's been 2 years. Sue me. I didn't understand how I was going to use the whole blogging world back then. I thought at first, I'd use it to keep friends and family updated having moved from North Carolina to New Jersey. It's tough to keep up and keep in touch - keep everyone who wants to know informed of what's going on. Not that I have an exciting life. Hellfire - I'm boring as shit! I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a band, I don't go out..... but hey - I have an apartment, a dog, and a job. So don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining - I'm just saying, exciting I am not.
Anyway.... after two years of doing nothing with this I've decided after a particularly aggravating day (which I will surely get into at a later point in time), that I'm going to use it to vent. Or write whatever the hell I want. I can drop the F-bomb (that'd be fuck, for all you good, non-swearing people) because if you know me, you know it IS one of my favorite words. Yeah, yeah, I know - I'm a girl. It's foul. What can I say? You don't like it, don't read my blog because I'm sure you'll see it here.
I digress..... I can say anything I like here, right? Bah, I'm sure something will come back and bite me in the ass or I'll piss someone off (probably a lot of someones) but you know what? Fuck it. I'm writing what I want. At least I'm not posting naked pictures of myself on the world wide web. Right?
So I've been gone a while. Should I get you up to speed on my life? Yeah, I know, I'm long winded but I'm pretty sure I can do this in a relatively short paragraph..... here we go:
I stayed with my parents for 8 months until we drove each other nuts, got a job in what seemed like a wonderful establishment, found myself a great little (dog-friendly)apartment 2.5 miles from said job, found a boyfriend, broke up with boyfriend but continued to not date him, fell in love with ex-boyfriend while not dating him, stopped seeing ex-boyfriend all together once completely and utterly in love with him, realized the wonderful establishment I thought I'd found was really Hell in disguise and my boss was Satan's psychotic sister, found a band that I stayed with for 6 months until I realized that they were never going to put an equal amount of effort into it as I was and therefore, never get out of the drummer's basement, lost my 20 year old nephew to a horrible and sudden accident (we probably won't talk about that here), formed a couple really good friendships with a couple really good people, searched long and hard until I found THE perfect place for me to work, where I am still very happily employed, and...... oh, that's it. I did it! One semi-short paragraph. And you didn't think I could.
Well that's it for now - it's late and I need to eat some dinner. Until next time (when I'll tell you why today was particularly aggravating)....
Oh.... goodness.... Harrison is 5 1/2 years old (turning 6 at the end of November) and he is happy. He spends half his time with Poppe and Yaya (my parents) and the other half, with me. Every now and again, he even gets to go down the shore for a bit. No matter where he is, he is loved and spoiled. I must remember to post how he went from howling for three hours until Yaya let him go upstairs and into my room (only) to having run of her entire house.
Peace!
Anyway.... after two years of doing nothing with this I've decided after a particularly aggravating day (which I will surely get into at a later point in time), that I'm going to use it to vent. Or write whatever the hell I want. I can drop the F-bomb (that'd be fuck, for all you good, non-swearing people) because if you know me, you know it IS one of my favorite words. Yeah, yeah, I know - I'm a girl. It's foul. What can I say? You don't like it, don't read my blog because I'm sure you'll see it here.
I digress..... I can say anything I like here, right? Bah, I'm sure something will come back and bite me in the ass or I'll piss someone off (probably a lot of someones) but you know what? Fuck it. I'm writing what I want. At least I'm not posting naked pictures of myself on the world wide web. Right?
So I've been gone a while. Should I get you up to speed on my life? Yeah, I know, I'm long winded but I'm pretty sure I can do this in a relatively short paragraph..... here we go:
I stayed with my parents for 8 months until we drove each other nuts, got a job in what seemed like a wonderful establishment, found myself a great little (dog-friendly)apartment 2.5 miles from said job, found a boyfriend, broke up with boyfriend but continued to not date him, fell in love with ex-boyfriend while not dating him, stopped seeing ex-boyfriend all together once completely and utterly in love with him, realized the wonderful establishment I thought I'd found was really Hell in disguise and my boss was Satan's psychotic sister, found a band that I stayed with for 6 months until I realized that they were never going to put an equal amount of effort into it as I was and therefore, never get out of the drummer's basement, lost my 20 year old nephew to a horrible and sudden accident (we probably won't talk about that here), formed a couple really good friendships with a couple really good people, searched long and hard until I found THE perfect place for me to work, where I am still very happily employed, and...... oh, that's it. I did it! One semi-short paragraph. And you didn't think I could.
Well that's it for now - it's late and I need to eat some dinner. Until next time (when I'll tell you why today was particularly aggravating)....
Oh.... goodness.... Harrison is 5 1/2 years old (turning 6 at the end of November) and he is happy. He spends half his time with Poppe and Yaya (my parents) and the other half, with me. Every now and again, he even gets to go down the shore for a bit. No matter where he is, he is loved and spoiled. I must remember to post how he went from howling for three hours until Yaya let him go upstairs and into my room (only) to having run of her entire house.
Peace!
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