Epiphany_7

As usual I was the organizer of our “Girlfriends Nite out.” But, this time I added a new character. I thought that she would be a great fit for our group. E already knew two other people in the group beside me, so she wouldn’t be a total stranger. Well, T had to back out, she had to go home (another state) because her father was ill. And of course it was no surprise that S came up with a lame excuse as to why she couldn’t make it. I was actually rude to her on the phone in response to her latest ditch effort. And I DO NOT REGRET IT. It felt good! When I told V that S had backed out she called S up and fussed her out for backing out on yet another event. Well, that told me that I wasn’t the only one always being ditched. This is a $!@#* habit for S. Well, I can honestly say I didn’t miss her. The three of us (V,E and me) had a great time and are looking forward to the next “girlfriend’s nite out.” I’m glad she got along great with the only person she didn’t know. I was worried about that. Especially when S seemed to have a problem with me inviting her. She made a comment to V about how “ghetto” she was, and I was concerned that V would prejudge her. But alas, that was not to be. The evening went well. Maybe this will be the beginning of phasing out the dead weight.

I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ ANY FURTHUR!
Yeah, never mind. I’ve made a decision. The dog is history. I am going to take him back to PAWS the (BLEEP) after (BLEEP). I will turn him back over to them citing the rule of the shelter that for any reason I can no longer house the dog he must be given back to them. Well, I can no longer house the dog. That (BLEEP) when J gets home from work the deed will be done. He will not feel guilty because it was done without his knowledge. There’s no turning back. (He won’t feel so guilty he will go after the dog) and he can honestly tell everyone that it was all my doing. Maybe there’s someone out there who has the patience and know-how to deal with this impossible creature. This will be their opportunity to step up to the plate. May God have mercy on their soul.

It’s not that I am afraid or feel inferior to anyone; quite the opposite actually. I just don’t like strangers and I think that if I make eye contact with them for too long(more than a nano second) then that gives them permission to harrass me with small talk. I really hate small meaningless conversations. Well, apparently except when I blather on to my husband. Eye contact seems to give people the opening they need to treat you like someone they know and then you just can’t get away until they run aout of steam, which is usually ten minutes past the time where I have gone complete;y insane and have under great stress astrally projected myself to a far corner of the room in order to mentally survive the mental onslaught of the present stranger. Why do people just think that it’s OK to do this. IT”S NOT. Just stand still in line(or wherever you are) and keep your comments to yourself. It’s OK fo your lips not to be moving for a few minutes. Surely there is some important issue in your life that you need to be turning over in your mind! I’m not a mean person, honest. I just want to not feel like I have to be on guard against some busybody everytime I go out in public. Hmmmmm, what was the goal again?