- I’m awful at picking a man that won’t lie to me, cheat on me, steal from me or break my heart. I’ve elevated it to an art form and have ruled them out entirely as a result. Heterosexual men are basic creatures. Much like that lump of a human they hand you when you have a baby, you only need to feed, water and love it for things to be agreeable, right? Wrong. I have an innate ability to pick the absolute worst asshole in the room. Eyes closed, heart open… I lose every damn time.
- Thinning root vegetables. Seriously.. someone should take my carrot seeds away. There’s honestly no point in me even planting them because I can’t grow them for shit and who needs 4000 pencil sized baby carrots? Nobody.
- Kitchener stitch. It’s some sort of modern day needlework witchcraft. I avoid knitting socks for precisely this reason. I loathe not being able to do something though, so I’ll figure it out eventually or die trying.
- Seeing the forest for the trees. I see the potential in everyone- and never stop to consider that some people are self motivated and not looking out for me or my best interests. Some folks are just users and I work overtime to see the goodness a little too much. Some of those frogs aren’t princes. Some of those warty little things are just dirty ass reptiles.
- Brownies. I can’t bake brownies to save my life. I don’t know why. I’ve given up trying and just buy them. I’m bitter about it though because I’m a damn domestic goddess and hate that I can’t do something.
- Sleep. I am the worst insomniac. I am regularly awake between the hours of 1-5 AM and generally give up and get up by 5:30. I’m painfully tired and all things considered could probably use a week of rest, straight. I won’t get it and it won’t stop me from lying awake all night again tonight… so feel free to give me any suggestions you may have.
- I’m awful at shaking this Incredicock nightmare. Hearing one thing and seeing another is the worst form of torture and I was crazy to think that touching him again was a good idea. It wasn’t. You can only be casual about someone you don’t care about… just as you can’t make a ho a housewife, it’s absolutely impossible to make a fuckbuddy out of the guy you’re in love with and I should have learned that painful lesson the first time with him.
I wish I had more of my shit together, but fairy godmothers aren’t real and it involves a shit load of work and time to change these things. I’m still determined, still working hard to be better, do more, live positively and strive for happiness.
I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep… -Robert Frost
- Day 21: If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?
- Day 23: What popular notion do you think the world has most wrong?
Categories: Agony, Dating, Family, Farming, Friends, Happiness, Hope, incredicock, knitting, Love, Temptation, Torment, Truth, Vices, Whine/Rant, work, Yarden
Your “Incredicock nightmare” reminds me of my “rebound from hell. It lasted a year and after a month of detox, I felt like I was waking up from a horrible dream. That was almost 20 years ago, and I still feel sick when I think of how I lost myself for that year. But it cured me of #4. People are on their best behavior when we first meet them. Plus I was vulnerable. Five years later, my high school sweetheart found me after 39 years and we asked each other all kinds of hard questions. Sometimes it was like we were interrogating each other, but we were in our fifties and didn’t want to waste time. I even had my friend do a background check on him. Anyway, it was all worth it. Being single has it’s benefits. So does being careful. But there are a few good men left in the world. I wish you the best!