Very bored. Bored, bored, BORED. I think I need an anti-depressant. I’ve grown disenchanted with all that used to keep me entertained.
Ok. The situation with my family is still sort of the same. My father instantly printed out the email I wrote to him and delivered it to the hands of my mother, who was either in the garden bitching about how the neighbors trees are killing her plants, or she was in front of the television developing yet another conspiracy theory about Hurricane Katrina and how it is really an evil plot hatched by republicans. (Past parental conspiracy theories include my sister-in-law who is a nurse drugging my brother and brainwashing him into not wanting to move out of Michigan and my father’s sister single-handedly preventing them from buying any real estate in New York.) In any case, she replied some nonsense that the conversation didn’t happen like I said, and that if I don’t want her advice to tell her to butt out. Um, what? I’ve been trying to do that for 32 years, but, to no avail.
My sister-in-law told me that she and my brother think the thing with MotorcycleInstructor was a huge misunderstanding, and that I should answer when he calls the next time. I’m unmoved by that idea. Usually I end up getting a softness in my heart and in the name of “closure” I would do something like this. But I can honestly say that I don’t care. I don’t know what has gotten into me. This dating and juggling has just lost its fun for the time being. That’s why the posts have been fewer and farther between.
Regarding DamascusBoy – who has perennially been on my back burner – he asked me flat out this morning when we are going to get together. I said, “I am not in the mood to date right now.” He said that he understood, and to let him know when I was. Well, that was nice enough.
So here I am, working away, (believe it or not,) and working on stuff for the condo board that I’m on. That’s it. Boring, right? Snooooooooore. Try not to fall into a coma. I’ll try to recover soon. I had one of these bouts of depression when I lived with AtlantaBoy, and I got through…hmm… You know, DAMN IT! He and I have been talking via IM again! Christ. WHY DIDN’T I MAKE THIS CONNECTION BEFORE??? Holy shit. What the hell is wrong with me? His mere presence in my life depresses me. Why? Could it be because we were supposed to be “together forever” and that didn’t happen?
Men suck. Yes, that goes for all of you. Yes, you in the back too.