June 5th 2017

Minutia in People suck. Cats are awesome. Dogs are alright.

Revised: 06/05/2017 3:07 p.m.

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•  June 5, 2017, 2:44 p.m.
 
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How can people spend so much time lamenting such obvious, and mundane things as food, common house work, bills, clothes, and everything else; that everyone, everywhere, experiences? As if anyone cares that you had an omelet today rather than a breakfast bar.

I hate leaving a murderous rant as my “latest entry”, but I have nothing of any particular weight to type about. So I look at other people’s entries for ideas, and they’re all talking about the most boring subject matter conceivable, as if it’s the most emotionally trying experience of their lives. (If I’ve ever commented on your work, that doesn’t apply to you.)

So, what is the intensely dull minutia of my day?:

I had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with my coffee this afternoon. The husband bought Velveeta slices the other day, and they’re lovely. I really like the coffee mug that the husband bought me. It’s from Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell. It has the “Hell” corporate logo. Just like the ones the demons use on the show. Very cool.

I put a little watered down flea spray on my Sema cat, around her ears, and neck, and chin. Because it’s flea season, so I want to get a proverbial jump on that. She lives almost exclusively on the top of a roll of carpet propped in the corner, now. She only comes down to use the litter. So, I hung a little aluminum pan beside it, on the wall, so she could have her food and water up there. I pretty much had to, after she started mauing at me last week, instead of coming down to eat. No, she’s not sick, or particularly old. She’s just spoiled.

I’m supposed to be getting a 32 ft. string of orange Halloween lights in the mail to day, and some apache tears. Most of the lights that I bought the other day are measured in meters. Last night I went through them all in my “purchase history”, wrote down how long they are, and converted the measurements to feet. - I bought 103 freaking feet of orange and yellow lights. I wanted to be an annoyance to the asshat next door. With that kind of coverage, I should be good.

I’m still trying to finish my Shub Niggurath mothers-day-themed water color. It’s about half done, but it’s the dark half. Tonight I’ll start with the lights. I’m supposed to be filming myself paint, to put it on Youtube, but I keep putting it off, because the idea of being seen does not appeal to me.

Tonight I have to do my nails and wash my hair, for the stupid MRI tommorow. NOT looking forward to that. Hopefully the valium I’ve been prescribed will make it bearable.

I dreamed I was looting a train wreck, with my dog, in some dark, post-apocalyptic movie type setting. Which would be fine if I’d been watching post apocalyptic movies, but I haven’t, so I have no idea where that came from.

Speaking of the dog, she’s catching her tennis balls right out of the air now, so “Go Lupa”.

Unlike everybody else here, I have no relationship drama. It’s a simple place to get to. You just stop talking to people who bug you at all; completely. I have two people that I communicate with regularly; the husband and my Australian friend. (My mother is more like a responsibility to whom I give about an hour a week on the phone, and I’m always glad when it’s over.) I have a lot of Facebook acquaintances, but they don’t count. I don’t talk to them enough to develop friendships there, and that’s intentional, because more friendships means more potential for drama, and f!@# that.

And now I need to comb my hair.
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Edited to add:

People. Everyone else types about people. Who feels how, about what, and why, and how frustrating, terrible, or wonderful it is.

I can’t say as I’m sorry that none of that means anything to me.

I only care about what’s going on with other people under very specific circumstances:

If you’re one of the few that I actually like, and you’re in pain or discomfort. I have gotten in the face of more than one jackass boyfriend, for hurting his girlfriend, who happened to be my friend at the time. If you’re nice to me, all of this rage gets aimed at anybody who bothers you. Often to the shock of the person I’m defending. (I’ll also wait hand and foot on someone I like, if they’re sick.) One asshole who gave his wife a black eye, (his wife whom I worked with, and liked), got greeted with “Hey wifebeater” every time he showed up to give her a ride home. Because f!@# him.

If it’s a holiday, and cards are expected.

If someone pisses me off. That’s usually when I have feelings involving other people. When I want to kill them, and have to control myself, and it sucks.

If something that a person is doing directly impacts me, personally. This is highly uncommon, as I avoid getting at all involved with people as much as possible.

All of this relationship drama is just lost on me. Unless you’re financially incapable of leaving, then I understand that. But if you’re not, and you’re unhappy with someone, just go. Problem solved. Staying and carrying on about how awful it is, when the door is right there is just beyond me. Like, why would I keep a rock in my shoe? If a person gives you trouble, get rid of them.

All of these people carrying on about other people causing them varying degrees of stress, and all they’ve got to do is NOT associate with them; and to an outsider it all looks extremely stupid.

Pick out the people who make you happy, and completely ignore the rest.

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