If a cow laughs, will milk come out of its nose?
Where oh where has my Jon Galt gone? Where oh where can he be?
Showing posts with label Pondering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pondering. Show all posts
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, September 10, 2007
Bloggy
I don't want to be thought of as a lazy blogger. But I know I am.
I post memes and other items on here that may or may not constitute "real" posts. I look at other blogs wonder if these people really live these great sounding lives. And why my life seems so boring.
Kinda makes it hard to be interesting when you think your own life is boring. I've got my work cutout for me. I'll admit that a lot of my friends think I am kinda wild and crazy, but that's because most of my friends have always been quiet and mousy. I've always been the "bad" influence.
Like the time me and my friend D got drunk at my house. DNA Sponsor was working overnights, and my mother was planning to go out. She had beer in the house, and we drank it. It wasnt much, just a six pack. We had to be about 11 or 12. We got high too, cuz I knew where DNA kept his stash. We crashed til about 10 the next morning, and she started freaking out. BIG TIME.
I couldn't convince her to stay at my house, and her holier-than-thou mother went totally ballistic and called my mom. It didnt matter that all my life, I have been too terrified of DNA to stand up to him. When my mother got pissed - whoo boy! Watch out! And of course, D wasnt allowed to spend the night at my house anymore.
I am thirty-something years old, and my mother has only hit me twice in my entire life. This was one of them. DNA was more than willing to dole out a whack or two.
I post memes and other items on here that may or may not constitute "real" posts. I look at other blogs wonder if these people really live these great sounding lives. And why my life seems so boring.
Kinda makes it hard to be interesting when you think your own life is boring. I've got my work cutout for me. I'll admit that a lot of my friends think I am kinda wild and crazy, but that's because most of my friends have always been quiet and mousy. I've always been the "bad" influence.
Like the time me and my friend D got drunk at my house. DNA Sponsor was working overnights, and my mother was planning to go out. She had beer in the house, and we drank it. It wasnt much, just a six pack. We had to be about 11 or 12. We got high too, cuz I knew where DNA kept his stash. We crashed til about 10 the next morning, and she started freaking out. BIG TIME.
I couldn't convince her to stay at my house, and her holier-than-thou mother went totally ballistic and called my mom. It didnt matter that all my life, I have been too terrified of DNA to stand up to him. When my mother got pissed - whoo boy! Watch out! And of course, D wasnt allowed to spend the night at my house anymore.
I am thirty-something years old, and my mother has only hit me twice in my entire life. This was one of them. DNA was more than willing to dole out a whack or two.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
The joke's on you!
Is it me, or just my imagination? Have I become what I loathe - a paranoid conspiracist that thinks the whole world is out to get me? All my life, it seems that I have been the butt of other people's jokes in one form or another. So what is it that makes me a target?
Could it be my looks?
I would not say that I am physically beautiful (as in men and women alike lust after me), but nor am I a troll (no offense to the great trolls out there). Yes, I have gained weight since I quit smoking and have a million excuses for it. "I'm too busy to work out" "I'm too depressed to work out" "Maybe M likes heavy chicks" I'm not huge, but I'm not a twig either.
I was very conscious of a very slight birth defect on my upper lip, and some older boys would pick on me for it. The veins in my lip became twisted somehow, and resulted in a "bump" in the middle of my lip. It's not like I was the elephant girl or anything.
Could it be my personality?
At one time, I was a REAL bitch. Even looking at me cross-eyed could get your head ripped off and shoved up your ass. Like anyone else, I have issues. I was very shy growing up and had very few close friends. Because of the teasing I got, I became a loner. I toughened up and always seemed angry at the world. I subconsciously built a wall around myself that I think of as my own little secret garden where I keep my true self hidden from the world. I am not like that now. I am able to talk to strangers, and have mellowed out quite a bit. I don't know what makes a "strong" personality, but I am sure I don't have a weak one.
Is it just meant to be that way? Getting to my point: the other day Son called me. He asked where I was, then said that his friend CJ had something to say to me. I heard murmering in the background, then I got "Nevermind". Okay, boys will be boys. However, it is not the first time CJ has done something that bothered me. I told Son "Don't call people and tell them that someone has something to say, and then say 'Nevermind.' It's one thing to be the butt of a joke, but another thing to know that you are the butt of that joke." He said that he was sorry, but that CJ had said something about me.
I know I shouldn't care, but when you got this kind of shit all the time growing up you tend to become jaded towards people. It also bothers me because we have always treated CJ as a son. M and his father CJS are best friends and have known each other for years.
Could it be my looks?
I would not say that I am physically beautiful (as in men and women alike lust after me), but nor am I a troll (no offense to the great trolls out there). Yes, I have gained weight since I quit smoking and have a million excuses for it. "I'm too busy to work out" "I'm too depressed to work out" "Maybe M likes heavy chicks" I'm not huge, but I'm not a twig either.
I was very conscious of a very slight birth defect on my upper lip, and some older boys would pick on me for it. The veins in my lip became twisted somehow, and resulted in a "bump" in the middle of my lip. It's not like I was the elephant girl or anything.
Could it be my personality?
At one time, I was a REAL bitch. Even looking at me cross-eyed could get your head ripped off and shoved up your ass. Like anyone else, I have issues. I was very shy growing up and had very few close friends. Because of the teasing I got, I became a loner. I toughened up and always seemed angry at the world. I subconsciously built a wall around myself that I think of as my own little secret garden where I keep my true self hidden from the world. I am not like that now. I am able to talk to strangers, and have mellowed out quite a bit. I don't know what makes a "strong" personality, but I am sure I don't have a weak one.
Is it just meant to be that way? Getting to my point: the other day Son called me. He asked where I was, then said that his friend CJ had something to say to me. I heard murmering in the background, then I got "Nevermind". Okay, boys will be boys. However, it is not the first time CJ has done something that bothered me. I told Son "Don't call people and tell them that someone has something to say, and then say 'Nevermind.' It's one thing to be the butt of a joke, but another thing to know that you are the butt of that joke." He said that he was sorry, but that CJ had said something about me.
I know I shouldn't care, but when you got this kind of shit all the time growing up you tend to become jaded towards people. It also bothers me because we have always treated CJ as a son. M and his father CJS are best friends and have known each other for years.
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