I would like New Years Day moved to March 1st.
December is too crowded for events. The months that are named after numbers 7, 8, 9, and 10 will make sense again. January can be a month of rest. February a month of reflection, preparation, and celebration for the new year. And March is when spring begins.
Despite all the talk about how community and friends is what makes life livable I am constantly surprised how flakey people are and how disposable offers of connection are. Treat others as you want to be treated. If you agreed to spend time with people, stick to it. If you’re too busy say it when you’re being invited.
I'm a attractive 29 year old woman, considered exotic, curvy body etc & wouldn't mind checking out Wreck Beach, but I just don't want to be around a bunch old out of shape geezers with their shriveled up cockers who will stare at women like me, that's the type of men who go there....or they are gay.
I have a visceral reaction when someone refers to their husband as their "hubby". DISGUSTING!
Figuratively my boss kicks me like a donkey, oftentimes in group email chain. Do something, do it faster, what’s the answer? And like a donkey I stop moving, stubbornly shutting down. I’ll move again when I damn feel like it.
I've spent the whole day inside so far just listening to music. Peaceful.
Admittedly the short period of time when women were eager to disrobe for me is over in my life, but now all the women my age seem into knitting and weaving or whatever, and I'm still hoping to REMOVE their textiles.
I spend a lot of time answering the phone. The first two seconds of a call reveal what kind it will be. Flattery generally means someone wants something from you, likely a salesperson. Rambling means it’s going to be a long call. Background chatter and muffled rustling - a butt dial. But the worst call starts with the phrase, ‘You people’. It normally foretells a snide over generalized and paranoid one sided conversation where the caller emotionally dumps their putrid baggage they’ve been specially fermenting. Just. For. You. Of course you’re never allowed to fight back. You must kindly tell the person on the line that their language is inappropriate and let them know you will be hanging up. That response never sat well with me. I have yet to think of something better.
The song Creep by Radiohead brings back bad memories. It still hits hard and I hate that about myself.
I will probably not hear the end of it. I apologized to everyone involved and they were nice but I still feel really embarrassed. I recently attended a gathering of a dozen or so friends and had a bit too much to drink for my Asian genes to handle. Apparently, on my way out I called out something to the effect of "Everyone have sex! Enjoy!" Probably won't attend another such gathering for the next 5 or maybe 10 years.