Cornflakes down my shirt
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kyburgFeels like, really. If I actually had some cornflakes, I'd have lunch.
Yes, I'm still lunchless. Go me.
I've decided I can't make a LJ Tarot Card - I don't know which suit I am. *blows air* The last time I did a bona fide tarot reading it was about six months after Cliff had passed away, and was a reading for the next year.
Everything was pretty cool and reassuring, but the "friends/family/in the future" spot held the Devil, reversed.
And inside of a week or so, life got that strange, with a small subset of friends. No thanks. Not going to name names.
But, it fucked EVERYTHING up. So far, for some people, permanently. Not that everything crashed and burned, but I surely learned the limits of my tolerance for intolerance...and patience. Much patience.
So no, no tarot card. Not for a while. Clueless, I am. VERY.
*sigh* If Jim and I keep spending all the time we have together in the car driving to work, we will kill each other. We'll just snap and suddenly beat each other senseless with Game Boy Advance cartridges and empty Starbucks cups. Mean it.
If all goes well, the house will be on the market September 11th. Somehow, this works for me. Yeah.
I've also asked Jim to tell work to give him some weekend time for us to look at houses. I think he may get it. Heaven knows we'll need it. The idea that I will actually get to pick the next house I live in is both thrilling and scary as hell.
No, I didn't pick the house I'm in now. I've been very good at finding places to live, but no - never got to choose The Place before.
God, don't let me settle for less. Not this time.
And I am so, so, so tired of little whiney little boys. *Counts on fingers.* Three, this week alone. Gah, they actually think I'm going to expend the energy to give a rip. If they don't care enough to help themselves, nothing I do will matter. Ever.
Tired, I am. One hopes they will figure it out.
Yes, I'm still lunchless. Go me.
I've decided I can't make a LJ Tarot Card - I don't know which suit I am. *blows air* The last time I did a bona fide tarot reading it was about six months after Cliff had passed away, and was a reading for the next year.
Everything was pretty cool and reassuring, but the "friends/family/in the future" spot held the Devil, reversed.
And inside of a week or so, life got that strange, with a small subset of friends. No thanks. Not going to name names.
But, it fucked EVERYTHING up. So far, for some people, permanently. Not that everything crashed and burned, but I surely learned the limits of my tolerance for intolerance...and patience. Much patience.
So no, no tarot card. Not for a while. Clueless, I am. VERY.
*sigh* If Jim and I keep spending all the time we have together in the car driving to work, we will kill each other. We'll just snap and suddenly beat each other senseless with Game Boy Advance cartridges and empty Starbucks cups. Mean it.
If all goes well, the house will be on the market September 11th. Somehow, this works for me. Yeah.
I've also asked Jim to tell work to give him some weekend time for us to look at houses. I think he may get it. Heaven knows we'll need it. The idea that I will actually get to pick the next house I live in is both thrilling and scary as hell.
No, I didn't pick the house I'm in now. I've been very good at finding places to live, but no - never got to choose The Place before.
God, don't let me settle for less. Not this time.
And I am so, so, so tired of little whiney little boys. *Counts on fingers.* Three, this week alone. Gah, they actually think I'm going to expend the energy to give a rip. If they don't care enough to help themselves, nothing I do will matter. Ever.
Tired, I am. One hopes they will figure it out.
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Re: question
Date: 2002-09-10 03:14 pm (UTC)Disclaimers noted. Here are mine. I AM a trained, titled professional in this area. But, that said, I recognize that you are a human being with life experience.
I appreciate this. In my neck of the woods, you'd better have your title handy. There's a doctorate in education, a LSWMSW and a RN in the immediate family - I'm the one who went for computers, and heck without even a masters degree. I'm the idiot. And yes, I've been told to shut up because I don't ever know what I'm talking about, many, many times. That title is the ultimate trump card. I also take heat for being quiet and having a temper. Go me.
I need advice.
You do? Are you sure? Do you really want me to tell you what to do, or are you just making a list of suggestions to ponder, or do you just want a pat on the head and a warm glass of milk?
I just want a pat on the head.
Then go call someone who cares. I'm not a warm fuzzy.
ROTFL. Are you sure I'm not there yet?
If I took a moment to regroup, the parade left without me. I think my upbringing is showing again.
Re: question
Date: 2002-09-10 03:33 pm (UTC)Yes, your upbringing is showing again. And that's fine. But I am not in the habit of seeing one's upbringing as a good reason to hold a certain view. From my perspective looking at what you just said, it seems your upbringing did you a dis-service if it didn't show the patience sufficient to allow you moments to regroup. Yes, perseverence, determination, and endurance are all strengths. But so are kindness, consideration, and patience.
--Commentor