• Self

    “‘This doesn’t hurt’ she says, ‘I finally had enough’…”

    I don’t really have the magic of Christmas nor the holiday spirit right now… I’m not ready for Christmas to be here – yet it’s 6 days away.

    Money is so freaking tight right now. šŸ™ I know there’s a friend that would help me out if I asked, I just don’t want to ask. I have unfortunately maxed out my credit cards, which I know isn’t good either…

    So my kids won’t have a big Christmas this year. I’ll try to make it up to them next year.

    Just stressin’ about the holidays.

  • Self

    “The credits are rolling, I’m still holding on.”

    It’s really funny how things hit you out of the blue sometimes.

    soooooo, full disclosure (because I’m not sure I mentioned it before), I’m in a book club. We get together virtually every couple of weeks and discuss the book we read. And if I’m being honest… most of the books are romance/smutty. LOL, because who doesn’t wanna read about other people’s fun? šŸ˜‰

    I’m able to work in a few pages here and there during my workday while things are running or I’m waiting on something. In the current book we are reading, there’s a fireman who’s neighbor to his (younger) love interest. They just finished dinner at his place and she was about to head home – literally 15 feet away. He says “I’ll walk you.” She says she’s not a kid and he says “Don’t argue with me. It’s dark. You know how I am.”

    That got me thinking.

    Recent men in my life haven’t cared to walk me to my car, or walk me to the door, or whatever. Yes, I’m definitely not a child… I’m a 40-something woman who’s pretty independent. But – Why do I put up with men that don’t care much about my safety? Do men just not typically do things like that anymore? I do hear “text me when you get home” majority of the time, but that’s about it.

    Maybe I’m overthinking it. Or maybe men are not willing to walk down/up flights of stairs to walk me back to my vehicle to make sure I get there safely.

    The *only* person in the past year that I can recall that has walked me to my car wasn’t even a love interest. They were a friend. Last October I had hung out with my friends in a city 2 hours away. After we had dinner then went to the brewery, we walked to our friends house to hang for about an hour. When everyone was leaving, they all had to walk one direction, and my car was not too far in the opposite direction. The friend who’s house we were at was the one to walk me to my car. It was a nice feeling, knowing someone cared enough to make sure I got to my vehicle safely.

    Hmm. I’m gonna be seeing that same friend this weekend. Maybe I bring it up to the group to see if other men friends in the group care enough to walk a woman to her car.

    Ok, back to work now while I evaluate my life choices.

  • General,  Self

    “Misdirecting my affection, Guess I haven’t learned my lesson.”

    What a whirlwind. This will be a long post, btw.

    About a week ago, someone came into my life on a personal level. They were an acquaintance through work, but I had taken care of a project for one of their family members. I had emailed and spoken to this person on the phone a few times. Thursday the project was done, so they came to pick it up in person.

    Not gonna lie, dude was attractive. He talked to me and my coworker for a bit before he left.

    …yet he continued to email me for the rest of the workday. Conversation was good, so I ended up sending emails from my personal email address. Dude was being flirty, and hey – I liked the attention… so why not?

    We talked for a couple days over email, then moved it over to WhatsApp. We talked pretty consistently and regularly over there. Even tipsyJenn got in on it the other night, and I got wayyyyy too flirty, which he seemed to enjoy.

    But yesterday things came to a halt. And I’m bothered by it, so I wanna talk about it.

    I had this feeling gnawing at me, like there was something else going on… maybe he is married and just good at hiding it. I pushed it aside, knowing we weren’t doing anything except messaging and flirting some, so was it really so bad?

    Yesterday I spoke to one of my coworkers from a different shop, and they have been friends with this dude for like 30 years. I didn’t ask my coworker about the guy because there were people around, but I DID message the guy and said “Just spoke to [coworker]. I swear if people hadn’t been nearby I would have asked him about you lol

    He replies “LOL!! That’s funny…….
    that might not be a good idea though.
    [My coworker] will talk to [owner of his place of business] and he will flip the hell out if he knows you and I “talk” with you working for [my boss]…
    I know its none of his business but if [my coworker] says something then [his business owner] will lose his marbles bad…

    I simply respond with “(thinking emoji) “Why?”

    His reply:
    As a business owner he sees that we (business owners) [context: this dude is the VP of the company] can’t have anything but professional contact with customers or businesses that we do business with… I know that’s crazy but I can partly understand that…”

    I read and re-read that message for a few minutes before replying with:
    That makes me sad, honestly. 1, that somebody else is butting into business that doesn’t concern them and 2, …I mean, come on, I work with my ex husband. I’m not your typical person that holds grudges, stuff wouldn’t affect business…. 3, so this is just for funsies then right? Like what if we had met outside of the workplace and then we figured out our companies do business with each other?”

    Him:
    I know… we have a policy in our corporate stuff about personal relationship conflicts with vendors and customers of some sort. I think its to not jeopardize the business relationship or something like that…
    Funsies? You mean just for fun? That’s not what I meant by telling you that you know. I just met you and its Way More than just funsies!!! We will have to see where we go as friends of the same interests…? “

    But this isn’t sitting right with me. I reply:
    The business relationship in this instance wouldn’t be affected, honestly I don’t see how it could. These are [my boss’s] companies and all I am to him is an employee, not anyone that actually has any kind of power about anything. But whatever.
    And by “just for funsies” I mean it was only intended to be talking because you knew it wasn’t going anywhere.”

    Him:
    I completely understand what you are saying. That’s not at all why I started talking to you. I was very impressed with you especially when I met you the other day and I wanted to get to know you. I didn’t and don’t have any thoughts to just talk to you because I think it’s just fun. No way.”

    And my reply:
    I’m just really confused. And honestly, I can’t tell if I’m sad or hurt. Pretty much because I don’t understand. Sorry, I’m just trying to process this.”

    Him:
    There’s no way in a million years I’d wanna make you sad or hurt you.
    You’re not gonna talk to me anymore?
    I sure hope you don’t decide to do that…”

    Me:
    I didn’t say that I wouldn’t talk to you anymore. I’m just trying to understand what the heck is happening.”

    Him:
    Maybe I can try hard to re-explain what I sent you earlier??? I really don’t wanna be in a position where you won’t talk to me. Really I don’t.
    … [him saying he has an appointment with a client coming up and will be unavailable for conversation]…
    But I will message you in a bit.”

    Me:
    We’re good. Take care of your customers. We can talk later. Maybe actually talk on the phone or something?”

    Him:
    You are sweet!”

    {Radio silence beginning at 1:09pm Wednesday}

    He hadn’t even opened WhatsApp. I checked it a few times throughout the evening.

    I sent a message at 9:42pm saying
    So you don’t want to talk to me?”

    {Continued silence.}

    When I get up this morning I do open WhatsApp just to see if he had been on at all. Still said he was “last seen at 1:09pm”. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmok.

    My phone dinged at 6:43am as I was driving to work.

    I’m sorry. Yesterday turned into a shit show. My dad fell yesterday and ended up at the hospital and I was there until 2am this morning.”

    When I got to work I replied:
    (6:58am) “How’s your dad doing?”

    (8:18am) “He’s stable, but they are still running tests. [proceeds to tell me what happened and how bad the injuries are.] I appreciate you asking.”

    Me: (8:22am) “Of course, if there’s anything I can do let me know. I hate that this happened.”

    {it’s currently 9:40am and no additional communication; he hasn’t even seen my message.}

    So, dearest gentle readers… I’m obviously being played. But I’m trying to figure out to what extent. The dad thing could be for real, but for somebody that was even remotely interested in the person they were “talking” to… knowing that there was a need for an important conversation… wouldn’t you at least send some kind of text message between 1:09pm and midnight to indicate that there was some kind of incident keeping you from doing such things?

    I’m understanding when it comes to family situations, and emergency situations… heck I can understand being busy with work or WHATEVER. But freaking communicate. Leaving me hanging for hours did nothing positive for you, only solidified the fact that this was all fun and games to you… playing me for a fool.

    Part of me still thinks he’s married. Or in some kind of relationship that doesn’t leave him as free to talk.

    To quote a fantastic song by one of my favorite bands Arrows In Action,

    “Tired of feeling like the party’s over
    When everybody says it’s just begun
    A buck short and another day older
    Guess I can’t outrun the sun
    Not made of money, but it’s making sense
    When how it goes just becomes how it went
    Misdirecting my affection,
    Guess I haven’t learned my lesson.”

  • Gaming

    “If everything could ever feel this real forever…”

    Fortnite is fun. At first I hated the different creative maps, but some of them are actually fun.

    Festival mode is my jam, I absolutely love going in and playing the different songs. I just wish some of my friends wanted to play too.

    I don’t really mess with Lego Fortnite that often… but Battle Royale is where it’s at.

    I’ve been gaming with a really fun group of military veterans and their dependents and supporters. They really have welcomed me with open arms, even though I’m not as cracked as they are.

    I have played Fortnite for 4 years now. I can honestly say that when you’re playing with friends, with people that can accept that you’re not nearly as good as they are but they want you to play anyway? It’s a good feeling.

    They’re my family. I love them.

  • Self

    “She’s a girl with the best intentions, he’s a man of his own invention…”

    I’ve already threatened to stab somebody at work. XD

    Don’t worry… I’m not going to actually stab somebody. The person I threatened was my first husband anyway, he’s safe from stabbing.

    But speaking of work, it’s getting really stressful. I’m looking forward to the long weekend; it’s only TUESDAY.

    I need to get things lined up for the next concert of the year. I want to go see Sister Hazel soon. They’re the only band I’ve seen so far this year and due to other artists cancelling (or my general not being able to go), they’re also next on the list. They’ve released a couple of songs since I saw them last, so I’m really looking forward to the next show!

    Last thought for the moment… Everyone is fighting a battle daily, whether it’s with people in their worlds or the battles inside their heads. Some of my friends have really been going through it lately. I want y’all to know how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and that I am here for you even when you don’t want to be here for yourself.

  • General

    “I’m waiting, waiting…”

    I feel like I hide in the shadows a lot.

    I mean, I feel like I’m justified in that considering the stuff I’ve been through and how I’m not trying to draw attention to myself… but sometimes you just wanna be part of the fun. You want your tiny little sliver of spotlight so you can show others the true you, your fun self.

    I wish others could get to know that side of me. I wish I would let others see it.

    All in due time I guess.

  • Self

    “It’s true that I’m probably not worth the battery life.”

    Boy has it been a rough day.

    Work was really busy, I feel like I’m drowning and I can’t get caught up.

    I’ve also gotten in my head about what exactly this friendship situation means… and let me tell ya why.

    Something really funny happened via text message today between me and my oldest. I immediately screenshot it and as I’m about to type up the text message, it hits me.

    I need clarification on just what kind of “friendship” we are having. Is it the type where yeah, we’re friends but more like acquaintences.

    Or is it TRUE friends, the ones you send funny memes and pictures to, the ones you have inside jokes with, the ones that really want to hear from you even if it’s mundane stupid stuff? Because that’s what I had… that’s what I miss… and I want to know if I still have it, or if it’s changed now.

    I realize things are still really raw with this situation. I’m still crying over it, grieving over what I’ve lost… but there are moments of happiness. Like last night, we had planned to do a discord call to talk about some things related to their online presence and streaming stuff. It was nice to just talk and brainstorm… but we didn’t talk TOO much about stuff outside of the streaming things. Which I realized this afternoon, when I wanted to send that text…

    So I think I’m just gonna sit on this for a while.
    If I get the chance to talk one-on-one with him I may bring it up…
    but we’ll see.

    We’ll see.

  • Self

    “What a twisted fate, always ends this way…”

    I went to Walmart before work this morning.

    As I’m grabbing some soda, the Pepsi guy was in the aisle. “Good morning” he says to me.
    Good morning” I reply.
    Him: “How are you doing?
    Me: “I’m alright, how are you?
    Him: “I’m good.
    *I continue to deliberate over which soda I want*
    Him: “I am such a liar…
    Me: *looks over at the Pepsi guy*So you aren’t good?
    Him: “Nah. It’s my first day back from vacation.
    Me: “Ah, those are always pretty rough.
    *awkward silence*
    Then he walks over to the next aisle.

    A lot of the time, we hide what and how we are really feeling because of pleasantries, or not wanting to burden someone. I could have been honest and told him my brain was torturing me over a situation that happened last night, but I didn’t… 1, because I don’t know him, and 2, because I just wanted to get on with my day.

    However, if dude really needed to talk about how he’s not OK? I would have been a listening ear.

    It’s OK to not be Ok, it’s OK to talk to people when you need to, and if you feel like a complete stranger is the one to talk to – ask if you can vent to them or whatever. I wouldn’t have minded.

  • Self

    “Bring on another breakdown…”

    Here comes the overthinker, yet again.

    Really struggling today.

    Not gonna go in-depth about it. Just wanted to acknowledge that I’m struggling with my emotions.

    I wanna shout from the rooftops that this dude makes my heart happy. I wanna not have to worry that my skeletons will scare him away. I wanna not overthink. I wanna finally let some of our friends in on it… I wanna go on more dates with him. I wanna spend more time with him. I wanna just BE with him.

    I need to have a difficult conversation with him, I just literally can’t until next weekend. This one has to be a face-to-face conversation.

    I guess then I’ll know if he truly wants to stick it out, or if it’s too much.

  • Self

    “No don’t get stressed it’s gon’ get figured out…”

    Having weekend plans that donā€™t involve the person you are seeing is a struggle as a codependent.

    Also, trying to work on your codependency and recognizing when youā€™re exhibiting codependent behaviors is a struggle.

    This weekend I was at an event in a couple hours away from home. Itā€™s an event that I try to volunteer for every year.

    I made plans to stay with my ex-boyfriendā€™s family because it was near their city. They are still very dear to me, we talk pretty much weekly, and I love them! They understand that just because it didnā€™t work out with their son and I, doesnā€™t mean that we canā€™t still have a friendship.

    Friday night I told my dearest friend that I volunteer with about how things were going a lot better for me recently. I told her I have even started opening myself up to the idea of being with somebody again. Including, you know, a guy that I was kind of currently interested in. She said to me “just be careful and donā€™t lose yourself.” She has seen me go through multiple relationships that were not good for me. For her to say this really has kind of sat with me all weekend long.


    I did talk to my dude a couple of timesā€¦ Well actually more than a couple of times this weekend. I talked to him some on Friday as I was driving into the city, I talked to him Friday evening when I was driving to the event, and I talked to him Friday evening when I was on my way back to my friends house. Then we texted and talked a little online that night, and that was that. The next day of course I sent a good morning text, he sent one back once he woke up, but then we didnā€™t really talk for many hours.

    I have realized that I anxiously await his text tone. When I do receive a text, I get that dopamine hit and itā€™s like an addiction. Knowing that, itā€™s really hard to not want to text all the time just to get that dopamine hit again. However, it seems like heā€™s not as big on textingā€¦ Sometimes, sure, but if heā€™s busy, then heā€™ll get to my message when he gets to my message. And thatā€™s hard for me. It shouldn’t be! But it is. This is nothing against him. This is me recognizing and putting words to my actions, and seeing what Iā€™m doing, so I can actively try to do better.

    He seems like an incredibly secure person. He doesnā€™t have the anxiety like I do when it comes to life in general, especially relationships. So this is different, this whole thing feels different to meā€¦ And I canā€™t really put a finger on it. Donā€™t know if this is too different that I can’t handle it, or if this is what a healthy relationship looks like, and I need to just reign myself inā€¦ Iā€™m leaning towards that last one. If this is what healthy looks like, and my crazies aren’t scaring him away, then I owe it to him to work on myself and make this less difficult. He deserves a healthy person on the opposite side too.

    I know we are not an official anything right now. But talking to him about my feelings is hard… all while trying to not give off stage five clinger vibes. I am really having to be aware about what it is that Iā€™m doing in order to not being a clingy person. Anxious attachment styles really suck. But at least Iā€™m aware of it, and Iā€™m actively trying to do better.

    Sorry for the jumbled rambles. This is just what’s inside my head. Again, I’m trying to put it into actual words so I can see it for what it is (anxiety), try to figure out why I’m feeling that way (my past, most likely), and recognize what the healthy thing to do in this situation is. That’s all.

  • Self

    “brush your shoulders off, life’s gonna work it out.”

    Boy, do I overreact. XD

    Yesterday when I was leaving work, I got a phone call from him. Total surprise!! We talked as I drove (through the heavy rain storm we were having) to the shopping center where I went to go pick out a dress for the event this weekend. I went into the store, and he asked if I would call him back when I left. (Of course I did.) Then I called him and we talked until he needed to go Facetime his child, and I texted him to let him know I was home.

    We played a couple games together later in the evening, then still texted a few times. But as he sent me a goodnight message, I was typing up my goodnight message, and I told him that I wanted to thank him; the fact that we have talked a lot has really helped ‘calm my crazy’ and I had been really really happy, so I thanked him for making my day better. I shared more, also saying “(Also hoping that by sharing how I’m feeling it won’t freak you out.)”

    His reply was:

    Don’t mind me, just swooning over here. šŸ™‚

    Let me remember this the next time I start down my anxiety spiral.

  • Self

    “Kept on the inside and no sunlight, sometimes a shadow wins…”

    Overthinking is the absolute worst.

    I’ve got so much turmoil in this ol’ noggin of mine.

    On the one hand, I feel like I’m simply overreacting, and I need to clearly communicate my needs to see if this will work out.

    On the other hand, part of me is screaming ‘they’re showing you who they are, why aren’t you seeing it?

    Depending on how the afternoon and evening goes, I may be doing the brave thing and having a conversation about my needs. But is it too soon? Probably, but I want to be clear. Communication is something we both stated was important to us, so when there are these unsure feelings I would think that they would want me to come to them with my troubles.

    In other news, I really want to go shopping for the event I’m attending this weekend, so I may be doing that tonight too. ha!

  • Self

    “I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking…”

    Nicotine Dolls are coming back to Charlotte in October. šŸ˜€ I’m beyond excited and I bought my tickets THE DAY they went on sale!

    In other news… Crushes, man. They’re so fun yet so scary at the same time.
    Why do I do this to myself? I’m trying to remember that crushes are OK to have but also to not make it my entire focus, ya know? Stop obsessing over things I have no control over.

    Last but not least, why does the cat wait until I’m actively using the laptop to try to walk all over it? She’s on my last nerve. XD

    Later, taters.

  • Self

    “Memory… betraying me…”

    Today has been a very bad brain day.

    And by that I mean very anxious or depressed thoughts. Alllllllllllll day.

    I’ve been functioning at work, but not efficiently.

    I really hope tomorrow isn’t a bad brain day too.

    Yep.

  • Self

    “I’m tired of singing all the sad songs in my head…”

    It’s been rainy in my neck of the woods for most of the week. Warmer, yes, but rainy. Yesterday my mental health was in the dumpster. Sitting at my desk, working on art files, listening to music, and trying not to cry. Ugh, I hate being so emotional all the time.

    Yesterday was definitely a day that I wished I had some ice cream in the work freezer.

    Thankfully the girl puppers were (mostly) well behaved and the house wasn’t a disaster when I got home. Dinner was fast and easy, played some Fortnite, then went to bed.

    And today is payday so that already makes today better than yesterday.

    Let’s make the best of a crappy situation!

  • Self

    “All that’s left to find is peace of mind, running out of time…”

    First of all, Arrows In Action is a fantastic band and I can’t wait to get to one of their shows. (Please tour soon!)

    Secondly, I did something on Friday I hadn’t done in well over a year…

    I got a haircut.

    I love(d) my long hair, but it was to the point of looking unhealthy, and I needed the change. Nothing drastic, just got rid of maybe 8 inches. It feels different for sure, but it feels so much better.

    Now I’ve gotta invest in a curling iron / straightener. The one I had that I loved finally kicked the bucket last year.

    Happy Monday, friendos.

  • Self

    ā€œSuicidal Kamikaze, becomes less charming as Iā€™m talkingā€¦ā€

    Ever feel like thereā€™s so many thought-trains happening in your head that you struggle to keep everything on the right track?

    Iā€™m having one of those moments.

    On the one hand, I want to talk about the f!/c$@& audacity that this one person in my life has. I canā€™t get behind this personā€™s actions nor do I understand their thoughts. But, in the words of someone I talk to frequently, ā€œthey are exactly where they want to be.ā€ **throws hands into air**

    The other hand has a burning questionā€¦ butterflies when talking to a person you may be (but probably shouldnā€™t be) interested in – good or bad? Iā€™ve seen people say that butterflies are bad, they are your gut feeling being mislabeled, your body is trying to alert you to something and youā€™re taking it as excitement and curiosity, and you should wait for the person that doesnā€™t give you butterflies. But then, some believe that the butterflies are actually a good feeling, it showā€™s excitement and blah blah blah. And then thereā€™s me, who finds myself in an odd place. Not gonna elaborate in case they find this blog šŸ˜‚ butā€¦ letā€™s just say thereā€™s a comfort there.

    On the other train track is the thought of starting a radio show or podcast. A friend was doing a radio show and theyā€™re taking a break for a few months. I started thinking about maybe just doing an hour long show and mostly playing music, having a different themed playlist each weekā€¦ occasionally talking about the songs or artistsā€¦ maybe bringing a guest host at times. I dunno, it was a thought. Something Iā€™m pondering.

    One of the other train tracks has me said that Iā€™m not able to game much right now. My home internet is straight garbage. I miss Fortnite. I also want to play Palia, but Iā€™m not a PC gamer. šŸ„² I have to wait until it comes out for the Switch.

    Ok thatā€™s enough for now. All aboard the loco-motives! We are pulling out of the station going towards the kitchen for some ice cream. šŸ¤£

  • Self

    ā€œEverything else felt so unimportantā€¦ā€

    Last night as I was laying in bed, scrolling through my phone while in the dark, something caught my eye. I stop what Iā€™m doing and focus on itā€¦ then it moves closerā€¦

    Yā€™all. There was a spider crawling on my comforter VERY CLOSE TO MY ARM. šŸ˜³ Normally I donā€™t freak out about spiders, as long as they keep their distance. But one making a move to my actual body?! Oh no no no no no siree no way no how. I swipe my hand across the comforter and turn the light on, trying to find the sucker.

    I fluffed the comforter a few times – it didnā€™t appear to be there.

    I moved the pillows off the bed – it didnā€™t appear to be hiding under those.

    I kicked a few things around in the floor, I moved things off the nightstand, I moved the curtains – No Spidey anywhere!

    ā€¦lil sucker escaped. šŸ˜Ø

    I didnā€™t sleep well. šŸ˜‚

    Tonight I decided to rearrange my bedroom. I think Iā€™ll be able to sleep a little better tonight. I hope.

    Anyway, just thought Iā€™d share some of my shenanigans. Have a good one yā€™all.

  • Self

    Hippity hoppity

    Easter will be here in just a couple of days.

    I’m making brunch for the kids, and giving them the Easter baskets I made.

    …that’s it. Then the kids will be going to spend time with their dad’s side of the fam.

    My family isn’t gathering on this holiday.

    Why?

    Multiple reasons. One sister will be out of town… I’ll actually be taking care of her sweet lil ol man pupper while they’re gone… and I’m not really sure what the other two sisters are doing, or what my parents are doing. I figure that they’re all doing the church thing then gathering with their church families for a meal.

    Know what’s funny? …I don’t care that much that we haven’t planned anything. In fact, I’m looking forward to not having to stress about anything that day after brunch is made.

    I realize that once Sunday gets here I might be lonely or whatever, but hey – I can just text them to check in. šŸ™‚

    I hope you all have a joyous Easter.