Posts Tagged: relationships

Funny Valentine.

So, it’s Valentine’s Day. Every year, I’m always surprised at the reaction this day elicits from people. And every year, I’m always like, “Whaaaaat? just happened there…” And every year, I tell myself that it’s just Valentine’s Day and that’s how people get, and la la la. I don’t claim to be a relationship (or non-relationship) expert, but in my humble opinion, Valentine’s Day is the reason people die prematurely. Don’t understand what I mean? Think I’m being a little overdramatic? If you’re single – both men and women, but women seem to take this day harder – this day… I’m not done yet.

Meditations in An Emergency.

Yes, I’m still watching “Mad Men.” Yes, I now want to read the book on which this title is based. Yes, I still think Vincent Kartheiser is ugly and I hate his pouty faces. I find myself at crossroads at the strangest times these days. Tonight, while walking to voice lessons, I started to think about the guitar I’ve had since I was 16… and how I should get it fixed. SOMEONE tried to restring it and successfully busted two pegs. And then I started to think about the electric guitar that belonged to my ex. And how I’ll never… I’m not done yet.

Turning, turning, turning through the years.

Been thinking a lot lately about the people I choose to surround myself with in my life. I was told yesterday, “You’re a good soul who gets involved with a few complicated relationships.” And as much as I know that that’s true, I’m not sure what I need the reaction to be. Did I sense┬ápity in the person speaking to me? If so, I’m not sure that I wanted it. Some of the relationships I’ve entered into (sometimes by choice, and sometimes not) are particularly draining. There are people whom I interact with on an almost daily basis who are… I’m not done yet.

I will survive.

I had someone at work tell me that I needed to date someone who reads books. (Not the first time this has happened.) I then had someone text me a picture of a wedding cake, and ask me what kind of cake I wanted at my wedding. I don’t know what’s out there in the universe, but something’s up. I really don’t want to be bogged down with suggestions about my single-dom and how to fix it. I’m not sure anything needs to be fixed. I’m not going to say that I don’t miss being in a relationship (some women,… I’m not done yet.

Don’t Trip, Potato Chip.

After not sleeping last night (I didn’t get to sleep til almost 1:30 a.m., and have to wake up at 4 a.m. practically every day), I was particularly looking forward to doing absolutely nothing except: To stretch: my body feels like I purposely slammed it on the ground, -and- To sleep: my body feels like I purposely slammed it on the ground. I’ve also been dealing with an internal battle of have-and-have-nots lately, both materialistically and interpersonally. I think the real problem is that I secretly miss my TV. Oh, and I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time trying to… I’m not done yet.