I think we're going to be friends
Last MLK Day (which has nothing to do with the day itself, things just happened to fall that way), there were some hilarious things that went down. Firstly, Old Man Winter decided to show it's ugly head and we were hit in Northeast Ohio with Arctic cold for the first time in a while. This lead to snow, temperatures in the teens and lower, and snow, which also leads to seasonal depression and feeling lousy. Try as I might not to acknowledge this oddity, I too suffer from it and I felt sluggish and the need to cocoon. Yet I know I am not alone in this. As Practicum Reboot was not meeting that day (which I will dedicate another blog to), I spent most of the day indoors with my laptop on my lap and in my bed. Still, there are worse things. Like having a bottle of Diet Pepsi leak all over you, not knowing that it was leaking until you got to the assignment, and having to spend the morning with a wet spot on your winter coat, turtleneck and pants, soaked all the way down to your underwear. Not that that happened to me, by any means. Ha ha ha ...
I was really down in the dumps because a texting drama went down. Someone from the past I had not talked to in a bit I decided to text, wondering what he was up to. At some point during the six month period of relations, he said that he had remained friends with some of his former girlfriends, in fact meeting them in a coffee shop or something at some point and all was well. Do I believe that? Well, up in the air I guess. Over time I realized this guy was looking for someone to take care of him, as he was tired of being in his thirties and living with his mom. I was not about to be said person because I just wasn't, but as I have learned there are a plethora of dudes out there who are not truly men but boys. They want someone who will take care of them in that they will essentially take the place of their mothers in domestic capacity (cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.) as well as financially. I was not about to let him move into my house, after one doesn't really know another until you have spent at least four seasons together, but my house was open to him should he want to come on by as it would for all friends. It was broken off in March of last year, his explanation was that every woman he has ever been with has ended things because of his bad behaviors and that wasn't going to happen again.
Hmmm ... I found that statement to be a rather loser thing of him to do/say. About five months later he called to tell me that he had a new girlfriend. Now before I say another word, please understand I have never met this woman and I don't know her from the next guy. However, it became clear to me that this is, in fact, a gal who was willing and able to take care of him in said domestic capacity and financial aid. Otherwise why would someone want to move in with someone who they have known for barely six months? I guess there was a new room and board as well as a feeling of financial stability that he was getting from his mother but needed a girlfriend to replace this so he didn't feel like a little kid living with his mom. And he was not getting that vibe from me, so that's what it's all about I guess.
I'd send a text message every few few months, "Hi how are you?" type messages, and "What're you doing?" He'd fill me in on his going ons and whatnot. Text messages started getting more and more stilted and short. And then last night after questioning him on what he was doing with this new Internet thing he texted back "We can't talk anymore." Ask why, he said his girlfriend is uncomfortable with it and he agreed with her. "Sorry to be so blunt but I agree." To say this was an offense is an understatement. But I was more angry with myself rather than him. The woman is insecure, but I guess I would be too if I were buying a man's love (if you even want to call him that) rather than earning it. It is, after all, her house he's living in, her food he's eating, her utilities that she's using, etc. Therefore, he's her property not her lover. Far be it from me to step on someone's property. And like all property, it can be bought and sold at bargain basement prices once it's been used. And he is property, despite how rough and tough he portrays himself to be, so he has to follow what his owner a.k.a. Mommy tells him to do.
Last night, I talked to a dear friend of mine in Atlanta who I had not talked to in quite a while who was in a similar situation. His girlfriend (who I have never met save for a brief Facebook interaction), he told me, was jealous of me and accused him on more than one occasion of infidelity. How one can be unfaithful to another when two people in question live hundreds of miles apart is beyond my comprehension, but I guess she had alienated him from his local friends as well. He apologized profusely, saying that she is now out of the picture completely. He saw the light, he said. He said he resented her making him avoid the things and people that made him happy, I said it was ok with me. Because I knew that good would triumph over evil. Wise men do not expose themselves to evil or danger, they proceed with caution or avoid it. And if evil prevails? The goal is not to loose. And like we all know, I never loose.
http://youtu.be/jUORL-bvwA0
I was really down in the dumps because a texting drama went down. Someone from the past I had not talked to in a bit I decided to text, wondering what he was up to. At some point during the six month period of relations, he said that he had remained friends with some of his former girlfriends, in fact meeting them in a coffee shop or something at some point and all was well. Do I believe that? Well, up in the air I guess. Over time I realized this guy was looking for someone to take care of him, as he was tired of being in his thirties and living with his mom. I was not about to be said person because I just wasn't, but as I have learned there are a plethora of dudes out there who are not truly men but boys. They want someone who will take care of them in that they will essentially take the place of their mothers in domestic capacity (cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.) as well as financially. I was not about to let him move into my house, after one doesn't really know another until you have spent at least four seasons together, but my house was open to him should he want to come on by as it would for all friends. It was broken off in March of last year, his explanation was that every woman he has ever been with has ended things because of his bad behaviors and that wasn't going to happen again.
Hmmm ... I found that statement to be a rather loser thing of him to do/say. About five months later he called to tell me that he had a new girlfriend. Now before I say another word, please understand I have never met this woman and I don't know her from the next guy. However, it became clear to me that this is, in fact, a gal who was willing and able to take care of him in said domestic capacity and financial aid. Otherwise why would someone want to move in with someone who they have known for barely six months? I guess there was a new room and board as well as a feeling of financial stability that he was getting from his mother but needed a girlfriend to replace this so he didn't feel like a little kid living with his mom. And he was not getting that vibe from me, so that's what it's all about I guess.
I'd send a text message every few few months, "Hi how are you?" type messages, and "What're you doing?" He'd fill me in on his going ons and whatnot. Text messages started getting more and more stilted and short. And then last night after questioning him on what he was doing with this new Internet thing he texted back "We can't talk anymore." Ask why, he said his girlfriend is uncomfortable with it and he agreed with her. "Sorry to be so blunt but I agree." To say this was an offense is an understatement. But I was more angry with myself rather than him. The woman is insecure, but I guess I would be too if I were buying a man's love (if you even want to call him that) rather than earning it. It is, after all, her house he's living in, her food he's eating, her utilities that she's using, etc. Therefore, he's her property not her lover. Far be it from me to step on someone's property. And like all property, it can be bought and sold at bargain basement prices once it's been used. And he is property, despite how rough and tough he portrays himself to be, so he has to follow what his owner a.k.a. Mommy tells him to do.
Last night, I talked to a dear friend of mine in Atlanta who I had not talked to in quite a while who was in a similar situation. His girlfriend (who I have never met save for a brief Facebook interaction), he told me, was jealous of me and accused him on more than one occasion of infidelity. How one can be unfaithful to another when two people in question live hundreds of miles apart is beyond my comprehension, but I guess she had alienated him from his local friends as well. He apologized profusely, saying that she is now out of the picture completely. He saw the light, he said. He said he resented her making him avoid the things and people that made him happy, I said it was ok with me. Because I knew that good would triumph over evil. Wise men do not expose themselves to evil or danger, they proceed with caution or avoid it. And if evil prevails? The goal is not to loose. And like we all know, I never loose.
http://youtu.be/jUORL-bvwA0
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