This reminds me of this woman that I met at lunch, at a fast food joint, on a Wednesday. She was of average height, dressed in a white blouse, blue sketchers and khaki capris that had side pockets like a woman in a Gap commercial. She started talking and I started to politely aggree with what she had to say. She just came out and said "why are you angry with me!". I was like "I'm not angry with you!". Now I'm totally in shock because I was far from angry with her. Infuriated she said "YES YOU ARE!". I said calmly; "I'm not". "YES YOU ARE!". "I'm not, why are you acting like a crazy lady?". and she said "SEE!". By the time she started crying I was getting angry looks from the people in the adjoining tables clutching their knives and forkes tightly. I tested the thickness of the menu to see if I could use it as a shield incase they should choose to block out the sun.
It was like in that movie where this other guy was denying that he was the father of this other girl's baby. It was a bad situation. I would either have to leave right then and there and never come back or fix a situation which I was obviously clueless about. I may not be the most sensitive guy but I did care about her feelings and being branded as the frownzy, deadbeat/impotent/inconsiderate fella that impregnated this poor innocent women in a diner - on his lunch break. I tried to console her, give her moral or emotional strength but none of the names that could think up for the child made any sense, at all. And she didn't think it funny either when I suggested that she let me raise it on my own, "in the pursuit of happiness".
I thought that i would accidentally knock over her soda into her lap but that wouldn't work, time was against me, as it always is - in August. I looked into her brown eyes, took her hand in mine and held it tightly so that she could feel that I was there, confused as hell. Soon she came back down after she realised that she was in a restuarant - at lunch time - going through virtual labour - having the kid of a stranger which would be named after a fruit. We were on the same level again ( at least in some aspects of reality ). She realised that I wasn't angry with her and she had misread my intentions. The world was good again, sunshine instead of the rain. I hugged her and left without getting her name, I never saw her or my miracle child again. I miss her, sometimes, like I miss the scent of freshly cut grass.
My mother is angry with me. How do I feel? I don't feel so good about it, but at the same time, thats just how it is. Its not a new phenomenon. Sometimes <b>she</b> pisses me off and sometimes <b>I</b> piss her off. This happens from time to time. This time, I think its a bit of both, though I am sure that if you ask her about it, the fault is all mine.
As I say, <b>is just so it go.</b> (this is just how it is) This time, I plan not to phone her again until on or after September 30 (most likely after though). Perhaps I will feel like talking to her again by then. How can I just stop talking to her like that? Thats just how I am, I guess... I get this grudge carrying thing from her. Perhaps I am the one of her children who is most like her. Its unfortunate, but again, is just so it go...
How do <b>you</b> handle it when you and your parents fall out?
Gods Child commented: I do the same thing. I give my Mother the silent treatment.
I don't speak to my father unless I have to. Like if he calls and I didn't know it was him calling and answered the phone by mistake.
I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you can avoid certain topics with her and try to do the things that the both of you enjoy. Beyond that, keep it really professional and put distance between you. ... read 8 more
After you have set up the perfect game of checkers the resident 5 year old will eventually come up and try to match the colors in a pattern. Heaven forbid your winning your first game of the night. Your drunk, driving in the wrong lane. Try to make me go to rehab. Luckily I'm not too bad, not like a grenade that wants to blow up on you. Totally oblivious to the greater world around her, destroying my chances of winning a cellphone. Hieghts of great men. Not that I need a cellphone. Cellphones are like candy to a baby, sugar for my honey, nowadays its the thing to give. As if there is a mass cellphone deficiency.
The reasons unknown. My Mathematical Mind doesn't even think straight anymore. I'm too high on life. I need to change my ways, stop riding the brakes. Get along with myself. Stop. A new hustle. Fly into the sky, so very high, just like a dragon fly. I actually posted this but then took it down because I wasn't satisfied with its fat content. I nolonger sleep to dream. Nothing else for me to do but dance. Turn the clock to zero honey I'll sell the stock and start another brand new day. Its a long, long, long way down.
I would have been more enthused about winning cake. Cheese cake like a mid summer night's dream. Those days are gone though, as the days when they would serve bread and colored "cheese spread" at parties. Hear me praying Lord. In those days, when you were young, a birthday party was like being transposed into a another dimension in which everything was colorful, sweet, nice, sticky, and castles were filled with air. I spoke to the woman in the office, down stairs, add her to my list, wrap myself around her. From the place where I used to live. She had awful hand writing and proceeded to ask me questions, but I had nothing on her - no cake at my disposal. My heart was more than able, I should be studying, instead I search for something to tie me over until.
mad bull commented: Hmmm, lets see...
Yup, cellies make a popular gift nowadays! Don't believe me? Give me a Blackberry Pearl and see how much liquor I buy you!
Cheese cake can be nice too. Can also be a bit cloying too though.
Yup, when you're young, everything seems so much more special, magical and exciting. ... read 6 more
Company parties are always tricky especially when it is another company. You always have to try to figure out the best time to attack the free food. Heaven forbid you should end up there first or try to sneak home with the most expensive bottle you can find. I always try to go for the mid-range light beer or ice - heaven forbid you turn out to be branded as the "alcoholic" before the party even starts by ordering vodka at 6 pm. I try to stick to the people I know before I get dragged into a ridiculous game of Taboo against the office champion who is "over excited" or high on something. Party games are common place like spoilt office children and CEOs that control the music. Time is our ultimate luxury - spend it well.
Nothing surprises me more than my ability engage in self torture. I would be at an event and order the most obscure drink on the menu so that I can discover if it will or will not - kill me. I wanna be ready for what you do. My cure for a hangover is to attempt to drown myself in the shower. Nothing brings you back to life better than a sudden rush of adrenaline. It doesn't happen often.
When you have no regular hangouts or routine each day just "happens". Its like that 10th time I went to the library and realised that a person without scruples was moving the books after I cleverly arranged and hid them. At that age how was I to know that there was some sort of order to them all. Or that the science books on the left and the reading books on the right were not to be arranged by color, height or width. It didn't take long before she caught up to my activities. She crept up like a cloud and let her love abound. Proceded to let her grace enrapture me and educate me in the ways of the world. Erase myself, let go of what I've done.
Gish commented: Office parties,i always sneak out before i get too drunk and share stuff i have no business telling. I dont like them though. LOL at obscure drinks, vodka at 6pm
Nice pics by the way. ... read 7 more
This morning I looked in the mirror and saw an irreversible bulge on my back coming around onto my waist, aka fat. I once saw a gift card saying Happy 40th Birthday, on it there was a picture of a woman brushing her teeth and her bottom jiggling. So the more years you add, the more jiggling and bulges you get.
Now men don’t have a think to worry about, the older they get they better they look, some of them at least. They will also go further by asking you what you are worried about and why as a woman you are worrying about the bulge on your back. Hypocrites, hmmm, they are the same ones who trade you in for a newer model once that bulge makes its way to the front. Oops now you have a belly, a paunch is only cute in men.
Now you may all say I am paranoid but hmmm why do all my exes have new girlfriends 5 years younger than me or more. Go figure. Mind you, I am sure I will be a fabulous 40 year old when I get there, but it will still be 40 and you can only get horny young toads at that point, wanting to spend your money.
When I was 19, I was skinny, cute and broke. Now that I am older I'm far from skinny but gorgeous and not broke. So I'll take Fat and Glamorous for a $1000 Alex.
