Dearest Boon

Dear Boon,

I don’t really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I quoted Forrest Gump at the mental hospital and I saw you sit on your ‘My Little Pony’ collection. I’m sure you’re frostbitten enough to understand that I’m allergic to your earlobes. I’m returning your toe ring to you, but I’ll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard and I will haunt you when I am reincarnated as an Eskimo.

Best of luck on the sex change,
Shelbs.

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Is This A Case Of Winter Blues?

I have been more productive lately than I can remember being in a while, but despite the constant activity over here, I feel … tres blah. On the up side I made amends with my neighbor, apologized for dropping the c-bomb on her, and managed to get all that done before Christmas.

So the holidays were nice. I was surrounded by people I care about, and though there were a few missing pieces of my puzzle, I had a good time. At least, I think I did.

Of course, there are some legitimate reasons that I feel blue… but if I had a set of scales to weigh the positives and the negatives, the scales would be significantly weighed down on the positive side. Still, I’m finding myself unable to focus on the positives lately. Doom & gloomy me.

I’ve been watching friends of mine go through much harder times than me, unable to do anything about any of it. Sometimes however much you want to you just can’t help. I know that “sympathy pains” are sort of part of what’s wrong with me, but I also know that’s not all there is to it.

I’m tired of being sick and tired. I’m unhappy being unhappy all the damn time.

Obviously I’m A Bad Blogger

I’ve not updated in some time. And that would not be because I haven’t had anything to talk about. It’s a lot more likely that it’s because I have way too much to talk about.

Had a ginormous fight with the neighbor. I believe I dropped the c-bomb on her at one point in the argument. Not exactly something I’m altogether proud of. However, in my defense, I did tell her relatively calmly when I first got upset with her that she should leave my house, and that I was not comfortable with her being there at the moment. I may not have been calm, cool, and collected enough to say “You’re making me uncomfortable, please leave now, before I say something really spiteful and cruel,” but I know I said it without shouting and without any cursing at first.

Got a PS3 and Little Big Planet for Xmas, just a bit early. Oh, ok more than a bit. I had it before Thanksgiving, even. Speaking of that, the ham was delicious. ;) I’m so glad that clearly my loathing for turkey is genetic in nature. (My mom doesn’t like it either, therefore she doesn’t cook it, and since Thanksgiving is always with Mom… )

My uncle had a lung taken out due to Phoenix Valley Fever. (Go ahead, look it up if need be, I’ll wait.) The surgery itself was actually not so bad he says, and the hospital stay was short, but he had to have a boatload of chemotherapy, apparently. So far, so good, though he’ll never be running a four minute mile – but come to think of it, he never ran a mile ever, anyway, in any amount of time. :)

Have had severe falling outs with several people that I care a great deal for. I’m not sure if you can call it an actual falling out if they just suddenly up and stop talking to you – but what do I know? Obviously I’ve done something wrong, because it’s not just one friend. I suck. /wrists?

I think I hate the Holly-daze. Bah humbug, I say!

On Good Friends and Bad

Note: Yes, this is about someone specific. No, it’s probably not you. I don’t think that the person that it is about even knows about my blog. If said person does, eh… well at least you can take comfort in the fact that I didn’t call you out by name, right? Because, yeah… I’m whining, but that’s because you’re being a bad friend.

I’m as flawed as the next human, maybe even more so, but I do try to make it a point to be a good friend.

So how come lately I feel like I don’t get the same in return?

If I make plans with a friend, even if they are tentative, I will show up – unless something comes up that I have no control over and must attend to. And if that happens, I will not just leave someone hanging.

So how come I don’t get the same?

If someone I care for is upset, especially if it’s because of something I have done, I will stay until we work it out. Even if I’m tired. Even if I have things I’d rather be doing than arguing/fighting/etc.

So how come I don’t get the same?

I’ve zero desire to waste my time crying over someone who clearly doesn’t care. Unfortunately for me, I don’t have a switch I can flick on or off that controls whether or not I care about them. Life would get so much easier if I did.

Just Say No To Drunken Blogging

… which is why I’m making heavy use of the spell check right now, and why I am not going to say TOO much.

To My Loyal Reader: Just so you know, what I really wanted to say is simply that I understand. And that I wish that I could make that one thing all better, but I know I can’t. I’m also going to apologize (again but) publicly for giving you a hard time. I’ll do better, but I will still keep fishing. :heart: