There are those days when you just feel like telling the world to take a big flying fuck. Days when cold rain comes down and howling winds beat on the door to your house and your heart. Cue the violins, Tito bring me a tissue. It's gonna crash right down around you in a million splintering pieces. Days when you feel sorry for yourself. Start that IV gin drip, please. Like you don't mean anything to anyone, what is the fucking point of your existence? No one you know can relate to you. Days when you feel like although you are only 37, life is over and you'll never get any where, this is it and it's all pretty much just a big shot in the ass. By the way, your ass is looking a little big. If you can't make a two year old happy then what the fuck good are you to any one? Face it, you are the weirdo, BIG - BIG weirdo. You watch a movie. Yeah, you've always liked the weird ones there too. Your brother gives you an english flick entitled 'dirty filthy love'. He highly recommends it, it's hilarious he says. It's all about an architect with OCD compounded with a little smattering of Tourette's Syndrome. You think this is going to be a 'feel good' movie for you, one that makes you feel better because damn, things could always be worse. Nah. Even the damaged architect finds love with another sweet freaky compulsive half bald hair pulling weirdo who got her shit together and in the end helps him see the light. After all of that, you're still the singleton spinster, just waiting for the day your son grows up so you can finally give all of those stray cats a home.
"Look Timmy, there's the crazy ol' lady who carries those gnomes around her yard swaddled like babies" says that young mother from across the way.
Ha HA HAAAA you laugh at your little momentary downward spiral.
Okay, so you're not getting laid. Maybe the weather combined with abstinence equals depression tinged hostility. Look on the bright side, at least you're not running around saying "shit fuck cock penis fuck me" all over the place.
filthy dirty love, abstinence, tourette's, effect of weather, gnomes
6 comments:
Well I am not offering to put out, but I am offering dinner.
Ugh. I've been feeling a tad grouchy here too. I think we really do under estimate the power of the weather on our emotions. Freaking snow in MAY? The gnomes, they listen well, and never talk back. Keep them warm and safe for another rainy day. Too funny.
Yeah, I generally only say those things at work. Especially if working with the boss. Do your gnomes have names?
gnomes. reminds me of a movie called, "amelie"..
Maybe you're right...I'm here in sunny CA, and my mood is pretty good. I don't say that to rub it in...I say it in hopes that your weather will get better soon, and that your mood will as well.
At least with your crappy mood, you can make US laugh. ;)
It's interesting for me, as a married person who's been with the same someone for going on 20 years (OK, it's 18 1/2 now, but 20 SOUNDS so impressive), that the married people I know all look back fondly at being single...enjoy their evenings alone, love to 'go out with the girls/boys', want more freedom in their lives. And the single people we know wish they were married, or at least seriously dating someone.
Don't sweat it too hard...you'll find someone soon. You seem like a really giving, smart, talented person, and from your pic there with SF, you're pretty too, so when you find someone worth having, you'll be set.
That's probably no help at all. Sorry you're blue. Hope that it's passed by now.
You guys crack me up! Thanks for making me smile. Oh yes, sweet Virginia, things could be so much worse. The sun will be out soon. Well Dino, if you're not putting out then I'm definitely not hungry. JK ;*
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