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A WORD FROM OUR FOUNDER
by popular demand...
And the subject most people wanted to
hear me complain about was...a tie! ex-wife and kempos new boyfriend.
Which is a shock to me frankly. i figured it would be the
neighbors. But maybe you've all heard enough about them...and
their anal indiscretions. Or
maybe itís not too surprising cause the blogs in which I am discussing
personal things that make me sad seem to be the most popular, you people
are sick ya know that? Iíll do the ex-wife first, kempo on Thursday.
she has another batch of mail waiting for her...i put a change of address form on the top of it. enoughís enough. there is no reason for her to be getting mail at my house and i've let that go on long enough also. the problem may be that the first woman i fell in love with i dated off and on for 7 years and we were broken up or apart from alot of that time but always got drawn back to each other...so that is the template that i started out with. not a very healthy one...or at least no very practical. but it explains why i do things like...let her keep getting her mail at my house...an activity with no practical purpose other than for us to have some loose reason to bump into each other, and things like dwelling on a birthday bag. or dwelling on a marriage that fell apart years ago.
In my defense here...i don't like it when i can't figure things out. i dwell on them...so this birthday thing may be more like a crossword puzzel than me dwelling on something meaningful.
you know who would have been PERFECT to talk to about this? The divorced broad who contacted me a few months ago. she...being 1-insightful 2-smart 3-a woman who has dealt with divorce 4-someone who knows me and my tendencies 5-completely un biased since she wasn't around for the ugliness. SHE would have been the perfect person to talk to about this. so why didn't i? Because, I couldnít, i don't have her phone number and certinally wasn't going to talk about this sort of thing via e-mail (yes yes the irony of me discussing it here is dually noted)...sheís never around when you need her. she was perfectly willing to pour her heart out and say personal stuff on an e-mail but didn't send a phone number? odd yes? shaddy maybe...except...we aren't dating, if i call and some strange dude answers what do i care? in any case, she got advice and consoling and support from me (that may or may not have helped) and when she got her feet steady again...that was that. off she bounced back into the forest completely oblivious to the fact that i might need her help from time to time. like most of the women in my life...life to her is a big t.v. show...about her...that we are just supporting actors in. once we are offscreen we don't actually exist.
the odd thing about my life is that i help alot of people...and alot of people help me...but rarely is the same name on both lists. it all works out in the wash i guess...charma and whatever.
i think that the bottom line here is...leaving me a birthday gift was an asshole move. it's either meant to stir something up or prove that there is nothing to stir up. also...that fact that the divorced broad once again and as usual was nowhere to be found when i needed her makes her an asshole. so that's two divorced women who are assholes...i think i see a pattern forming. a pattern that no doubt leads to me being an asshole as well.
which brings me to a often asked question - you get into alot of personal stuff on your blog, and there are two ways of looking at things, aren't you afraid you might seem like an asshole one of these times?- no...i'm not concerned with SEEMING like an asshole...i'm concerned with BEING an asshole. see this is why you make sure you have friends...because sometimes when you are BEING an asshole you can't see it yourself and have to be told by someone else. so if you spend all day trying not to look like an asshole you avoid all possibility of someone stopping you from turning into one...that's good advice people, use it.
but stay tuned for thursdays blog in which i will be the asshole...