Monday Mournings

It's been awhile since I've let loose on a bitch fest, and since I'm in a bit of a mood tonight, I thought I'd bring it back for one more go around.

I could have just as easily called this post "why bother" but since it is Monday...I'll stick with what I've got up there.

I've recently had a few experiences with people that have left me somewhat bewildered and shaking my head. I've been single for a very, very long time. And most of the time, I'm pretty okay with it. I've got some of the most amazing friends in the world. A roommate that I could happily spend the rest of my life living with (it's like we married...the no sex part and everything). And I have a family that I love more than anything, even though they drive me pretty much bonkers at all times.

But there are times that I start to want that something more that you find in a companion of a romantic nature. So occasionally, I reach out and test the waters. For there being a lot of fish in the sea, I don't ever seem to find any that are biting. I'll admit I'm not the best when it comes to telling someone I'm not particularly intersted, but it is something I am trying to be better at when it does become necessary. But why, oh why, do people have such a hard time with it. Why do they feel the need to say "yeah, sure, I'd love to get together again" but actually have not intention of it. Is it just me, or would most people rather a quick slap in the face of "I'm just not interested in you in that way (or any way)" instead of a long slow drawn out hacking off of a limb with a butter knife?

Yeah, I told you I was in a bit of a mood. People are really just getting to me again. In the dating/relationship area in particular. Here are a couple of recent examples....

"I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to date yet" (then they are all but "married" two days later)

"You are such a sweet guy, a nice guy, but..." (I f*ing hate the "but")!

Yeah, there are more, but I think I'm looking pathetic enough as is....

I know, I'll be over this self-pity thing in a day or two, but I guess I just needed to unload a bit. Maybe some of the assholes involved in the above situations will come across this and realize that people are affected by your fuck-headedness...guess I have a bit of the ole passive-agressiveness peaking out tonight...sorry...but not really!

Monday Mournings (Tuesday Edition)

You know those nights, the ones where you don't really sleep the best. And then you look at the clock and it's like an hour or so before your alarm is going to go off. So you decide to give it one more shot to get another hour of sleep before your day is off and running. So why is it that for that entire hour, I can't fall asleep until the last f'ing 10 minutes? And why is it that those last 10 minutes are some of the damn best sleeping you've ever had? Only to be shattered by the dream killing sounds of an alarm clock (or cell phone alarm in my case)....

Monday Mournings

Yes, it's that time of the week again (not to be confused with "that time of the month"...which I have been known to suffer ubber-bitchiness during).

Today, all I'm going to say is snow. And honestly, that should be enough of a complaint. Snow is of the devil. And yes, I KNOW, I always bitch about snow. But it keeps coming back...again and again. It belongs only in the mountains where nutjob skiers, snowboarders and others of the like can enjoy it without inconveniencing me.

Oh, yeah, not enjoying winter, never have since I got out of the 'fun to play in the snow' phase like a billion years ago. And Roommate, yes you, you have so dropped the ball. I give you one little bitty assignment to make it stop snowing, and have you? HAVE YOU??? No! You have utterly failed me in this.

Monday Mournings

So...I decided to rethink the name of my Monday rants. I may play with it for a few weeks before I settle on something I really like...but here is goes for today.

My gripe of this week is blinkers. Blinkers...people, use them! There is nothing quite so entertaining as swerving across multiple lanes of traffic to avoid that douche-nozzle who decided to switch lanes or in some other form, change directs right into my lane with no warning whatsoever! Today's champion was some idiotic $@*! (un-mentionable word for female idiots) in a big ol' white SUV. Probably some mo-mo soccer mom with 37 kids on the car and too busy yelling at little Johnny and Suzie for kicking the shit out of each other to pay attention to the road.

You could at least use your blinker when you cut someone off. That way you can kinda, sorta blame it on them...they should have been watching where I was going. But, until I (and others out there, I'm sure) get my internet certificate for psychic ability, I'm going to be relying on you dumbasses out there to give my some indication of where you are going, hopefully by you using your blinker. And for a certain someone out there (you know who you are) always, always, always use your frakin' blinker. I'm no legal expert, but I'm pretty sure the blinker law doesn't read "Use your blinker unless no one else is around or you just plain don't feel like it!"

So there!