I’m convinced. You’re my Rusty the Rabbit. Hitting the ground running on this track. If I ever catch up I’ll never race again.
I honestly don’t make a big deal out of whoever stays or resigns for the place where I work at. To me, coworkers are just people that come and go.
Ever had a night where you're hanging out with people who are 10 to 15 years younger then you and you thinking "I should be at home with a wife and kids. I've really screwed things up. It's too late now, what the hell am I doing, how did I get here?" The whole night I'm just desperately trying to hide the fact that I'm too old to be there. Talking to women that are way too young for me, wanting to ask "do you have a single aunt? I really shouldn't be talking to you, I'm so sorry but I'm a desperate loser who is very lost in life."
It's nice to get home after a long and usually stressful day at work and relax. I unwind by cooking a three-course meal and enjoying wine alongside it. I usually do some appetizers like oysters, then a main course like fried chicken, and finally a La Bomb for desert. You can buy the desserts locally in Vancouver. After I eat, it's time for wine and a cigarette. Then I have another glass of wine and a cigar. Then I eat a bag of chips and some ice cream, have another cigarette with the last of my wine, and go to bed.
I sometimes find myself running an inner monologue, or worse yet, blurting out that inner monologue to the poor folk who may surround me at that time, and then mid-monologue I stop myself because I realize how goddamn annoying I am.
Finally visiting my Somebody That I Used To Know's country, and it's chock full of mountains, coffee, cats and peppers. The question is why would anyone leave this place for crappy weather Canada?
I was done chasing for a while already. The goalposts kept moving, the bar kept getting raised, they brought so little to the table and thought far too highly of themselves to measure up to their expectations. I "heard" they're still interested but only if I do all the chasing. Seriously.
They are not heroin and they ceased being my hero. And I can tell you this: they're going to be waiting—alone—for a very, very, very long time. I'm past wasting any more effort or time when I deserve something far more equal, respectful, and satisfying. I don't chase pretend relationship dragons. But the person that I predict I will eventually be involved in—who will make very it easy to be with— thanks Mr. Goalpost-mover for all their "efforts" as he drives me out of their his into theirs with his need to be clever and in control. Good times.
When I go for job interviews I always say I go to work to have fun. They seem to like the idea and I get hired. Trouble is, that didn't realize how MUCH fun. It's contagious, everyone gets goofy and all hell breaks loose. But omg it's so worth it. Revenge on the Man. aha ha ha ha ha
Over the holidays, stuck at home sick so just fell into not getting dressed.
Now, I can't stand having clothes on- get home from work,hit the shower and that's it. Spend all weekend unclothed.
Now looking to relocate to a warmer climate with my own house and yard, so I can run around all the time with nothing on.
And no,I'm not going to start hanging around Wreck Beach or anything like that.
It seems like it’s rigged against men so I think we should just stop using their apps.