Whoa - My Love Life As An Album

Today I am thankful that I can find musical language to describe my love history.

So...I have a habit of buying CDs off of the dollar rack at a local consignment store. I went looking for a Woodstock era CD for an aging guitarist with Alzheimer's as I was hoping the music could bring him moments of lucidity.

I didn't find Hendrix.

Instead I found the Robert Smith experience.

So I listened....

I was never a big Cure fan. Many of my old guy friends are.

Me....not so much.

I listened anyway.

Yeah....been there...done that.

No shame.

Yeah....I have nightmares then I miss someone.

I pray no one misses me.

Yeah, a couple of them come around every few years.

I'm so very busy.

In fact one of them called me ten days ago.

I must be a little freaked out because within moments of getting the phone call and the request to meet, I left my phone in a flippin' grocery store across town.

My subconscious mind must like being alone.

Despite my busyness, I still love them.

I should probably emerge from the recoding studio

go out and replace my personal cell phone

so I can call this old friend back.

I guess I could figure out how to hook up the VOIP. I've paid for the home number for over ten years - I just don't know how to use the phone.

Part of me wonders if this was why I got married when I was younger, I was far too stupid to hook up the stereo and VHR.

Amps...no problem.

Stereos? VHRs? I didn't care too much about those things.

Introverts probably don't have much use for home phone lines.

I'll call my old friend back.

It's weird.

This isn't the one in the nightmares. This is one I've known much longer.

Strange.....

At our age, we probably don't have s much time to hang out as we used to.

Love ya,

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Venus Meditations

Today I am thankful for my new realization. In my world, Friday is the day of love (reminds of The Cure - lol). It's true. Friday is the day of Venus. Exhausted as I was after work, I went to my altar and lit a candle asking that my friend find whatever his life is lacking. Then I went upstairs and did my Friday night ritual to Aphrodite. I lit a candle asking that I gain confidence in my ability to love. I also ask that I recognize true love. I was too exhausted to linger so I tried to fall asleep. Have you been too tired to sleep? It's horrible. Your mind goes round and round - you might recall things that happened recently (like the doctor telling me to be careful because I haven't hit menopause yet and I say, "not worried about it" while thinking that it's a good time to be in a sexual drought - hooray for me), or things going on at work (that I can hypnotize little cranky babies to sleep without sa...

Welcome to the Club, Zuckerberg (also a warning)

Today I am thankful for realizing that I am not alone. There is a frustrating feeling that one gets when trying to educate lawmakers about the reality of the world in which we live. I saw this feeling expressed by Mark Zuckerberg during that charade of a Congressional hearing he took part in this week. Zuckerberg looks a mixture of angry and frustrated. I know that face. That's the face where I am stifling laughter so hard that it looks like I'm going to cry. That's my political face. My background is in social science and psychology. Imagine how irritating it is trying to explain that city policy is based on the concept of a traditional nuclear family (mom, dad, kids - people tied together by blood or legal policy). As such, there are laws on the books that break up other types of families (more complex family systems of economic cooperation). Trying to explain that there are people who share economic resources without bloo...

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