“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen” ~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
It’s been a little while since this day occurred and, although I wrote the post THAT day, I wasn’t ready to share it yet. Anyway, now I can laugh about it. so here goes…
I left my pie at the grocery store checkout… after I paid for it.
I then locked my keys in my car when I tried to quickly run back in to the store to retrieve said pie.
My phone just corrected pie to pee…
I tore up both my hands trying to find the stupid hide-a-key that mysteriously wasn’t where I put it.
I figured out how to break into my car with an ice scraper. grin.
I finally made it home and said “Alexa, I’m having a bad day.”
And Alexa proceeded to play Dave Matthews… (I learned a new geek trick a few days ago.)
All is well in my world.
For most of my life I have veered more towards protecting gun owners than towards further gun control. It was not an easy decision for me because I am terrified of guns and will not allow them in my home, but I always felt that if a person wanted to own a gun that was their right – second amendment and all.
But not anymore… I’m done with your second amendment right. I’m fucking done. Fuck you. Fuck your guns. Fuck the NRA.
And I am done being nice about it. I’m done protecting your angry, self – centred, idiotic ego. I’m done.
I’m done because kids are dying.
And that fucking sucks.
So now it fucking means that I give no flying fucks about your fucking need to own a fucking steel penis.
“Arthritis sufferers wake up with stiff joints and still get ready to start their day. Their wrists, knees, neck, hips probably hurt, but they will walk or drive to school or work anyway. They will feel close to debilitating pain throughout the day, but they will grit their teeth and get through it to get the job done. That’s what it takes to live a life with chronic joint pain.”
Before you judge my choice of medication, remember that the above is EVERY single morning/day of my life. And, oh man, if it rains or is threatening to storm, the pain/ stiffness is debilitating even for me… I’m the woman who walked into OB in full labor and was told I couldn’t be in labor because I was cracking jokes.
No, I just have built up a tremendous tolerance for pain.
I tried pills prescribed by my doctor for pain/depression and 3 years ago was diagnosed with GERD and “a stomach full of holes” (as my doctor so nicely described it). And as long as I continue taking daily pills, I will have to also take 40mg of Prilosec daily (another $50 a month in big pharma’s pocket). <– see a pattern yet?
Since becoming a medical marijuana card holder 3 years ago, I have been able to lower my daily intake of pills from 9 to 4 and I take less than 15 pills a year for pain… oh, and fyi it’s usually for cramps not arthritis.
Yes, I occasionally roll a joint to smoke on my back steps but usually I vape it, drink it, or use cannabis infused topicals so please don’t worry about my lungs… or the air.
I am happy. And not completely pain free, I never will be.
But I can work.
And I can walk.
And I can get down on the floor and play with my child.
And the holes in my stomach are gone.
So, please, before you judge me… just don’t. Because I don’t give a flying fuck.
So lately I’ve been seeing posts about a woman who was arrested for sending 65,000 text messages to a guy she met on line and went on one date with.
Well, there was a lot more to it than than 65,000 text messages.
She not only threatened him with a knife but she broke into his house and took a bath. I’m not a psychologist but I’d say she’s probably suffering from at least one psychological disorder.
No. This doesn’t excuse her behavior. In fact, I’m not even going to try and excuse her behavior. That is not the point of my post today.
I’ve heard lately from a few men, how they feel uncomfortable with meeting women because of this. Uncomfortable = scared, maybe?
Anyway, yes so every so often we see stories like this… so called “crazy women” stalking men. And yes, it happens.
But… it happens a hell of a lot more to women. According to the National Domestic Violence hotline, it happens at least 3xs more to women than to men.
“1 in 4 women (24.3%) and 1 in 7 men (13.8%) aged 18 and older in the United States have been the victim of severe physical violence by an intimate partner in their lifetime.[iv]”
In this case, this woman was/is probably mentally ill and not just violent. And in some cases of domestic violence by a man against a woman, he may have been mentally ill as well.
But we cannot ignore the fact that men in America are substantially more violent and aggressive than women, especially to intimate partners.
“In contrast to men, the killing of a woman by a stranger was rare (RR = 0.18). More than twice as many women were shot and killed by their husband or intimate acquaintance than were murdered by strangers using guns, knives, or any other means. Although women comprise more than half the U.S. population, they committed only 14.7% of the homicides noted during the study interval.”
So please, enough with the crazy woman who sent 65,000 texts. Men in America seem to be more worried that their on – line match is going to be fat or hairy in places they don’t want.
When I meet a guy for the first time, I’m more worried he’s going to rape or kill me so FUCK this crazy woman bullshit!
So a few weeks ago I met a man on-line and we seemed to hit it off so I gave him my cell number. The cell number is a test… 9 times out of 10 if there is any hesitation about giving up a phone number, there’s a reason, and it’s usually a bad one. One they feel necessary to lie about or hide at least.
Sometimes they hesitate because they’re international but I’ve still found that the guys I want to get to know, even the international ones, will still NOT hesitate about giving you their phone number.
Anyway, after I had this guy’s cell number I was able to find out his last name and then search the local court records. There aren’t too many things that I look for but the two main ones are DV (Domestic Violence) charges and failure to pay child support. These are two big RED flags for me and should be for any female thinking about meeting up in person with a male they only know on-line.
Another bit of info I request is their birthday, to ensure I have the correct person when I search court records. This new guy showed up in search results with two different (8 years apart) DV charges so I, obviously, realized this wasn’t going to work out. I have been on the receiving end of that in previous relationships and won’t be going back.
After telling him “No, thank you” twice, I finally just said “I found your DV record. Please don’t contact me again.”
He responds, “You weren’t going to get the chance to go out with me anyway. For obvious reasons.”
Well, actually, the reasons weren’t obvious then, and still aren’t, but unfortunately it’s a typical reaction from a DV repeat offender to attack women.