I feel like an asshole for admitting it, but with cases surging and gathering sizes being limited--again--I don't have to concern myself with making up reasons to avoid going to other people's homes for Thanksgiving. I'm not so in awe of turkey that I only eat it on certain days and I'm about to make … Continue reading One positive result of the COVID-19 pandemic: I don’t have to invent new excuses to duck out of Thanksgiving invites this year…
I thought about this this morning when I just couldn't sleep anymore and had to wait for the local store to open so I could get some more coffee (and frozen chopped spinach--can't believe the mega grocery store near work didn't have any last night). I call myself a liar because at least a week … Continue reading The closer it gets to Christmas, the more a liar I become…
My past few blog-less days were spent frantically cleaning my house and yard (mostly the house) as much as I could and then having my mom and stepdad over. They got to see my new place for the first time. I kept joking "commence the judgment call" all week prior to my friends, but it … Continue reading Family has come to the house, or when you realize you’re a true introvert…
My mother called me out of the blue last week. I don't think we'd spoken in over a year, but all of a sudden she was on my phone, and I suspected why now: she knew my dad was dead. I didn't tell her because I didn't know how to tell her. I can't recall … Continue reading Life’s Exquisite Weirdness Pays Me a Visit When I’m Around Coffee…
I'm almost sick of looking at them on my table. I had to take the sticker gum off most of the books and let them dry before I could stick a new library label on each spine. Yeah, it takes work to save money with books, and the goo gone and cotton balls in the … Continue reading Why I Can’t Stop Buying Books: A Theory
Holidays and I have had a problematic relationship, in the sense that once I got past 12 years old, nobody seemed to give a damn anymore, anyway. And it was just easier to go along with it. I didn't feel like I was missing much, and I've only prepared Thanksgiving dinner once by myself. I … Continue reading Thanksgiving, chock full of (a distinct lack of) plans this year…
(4/12/17 Edit: I woke up this morning and realized my title--using the word "pseudo-stalking"--shows I'm still trying to rationalize his behavior in some way. I need to call it what it was--unwanted attention and stalking--hence the change.)
It's only Thursday, but it's emotionally been somewhere between six months to a year long.
Off and on since 2012, I've had my "Free Hugs" sign. Naturally, when it's cold or flu season, I put it away. I pull it out of my car and put it on a chair or my travel cart for people to see. Plenty of people read it, and either smile, look quizzical, chuckle, or scoff. Some mumble that nothing's for free and give me the hairy eyeball. Some are just beaming and come over with their arms out, ready to go. Some just come over to ask what it's all about, which is part of the reason I'm explaining today.
I think I’m supposed to be embarrassed to admit at my age that I know nothing about love and even less about sex.
Thoughts from my little corner of the world.
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