And then he was handsome...

It is the weirdest thing to me how people's looks change based on so many things, like the length of time you know them and the shit that comes out of their mouths.


More often than not, I find myself thinking, just shut up, why can't you just sit there and look pretty and let us just breathe your handsomeness. It is so very rare that I look at a guy and think, oh please, yes, talk more, ohh pleasee keep talking.

MMM Food...

Of course, there are a few exceptions to this rule, I love tech talk, food talk and when someone is knowledgeable and passionate about a topic(s).

And I am like, wow, you are getting HOT...

Anyway, the darnedest thing happened the other day. I was talking to a friend of mine, a much younger guy, attractive in an awkward young way. Around me, he tends to be on the shy side and giggles and puts his head down a lot and avoids eye contact. So, we start talking about businesses and all of a sudden, right before my eyes, he morphs into this confident, clear and concise man, full of wonderful, helpful and tangible ideas. Ideas, that he himself used to create his business, his business that is doing quite well.

I did not see this shit coming, but I swear to god, my eyes started to glaze over, I may have panted a little and I became the giggly one...he got so stupid attractive right before my eyes, I was and still kind am in a slight state of shock. How does that shit even happen? It's wild and I kinda love it.

Side Notes

I sometimes find myself fascinated by married people. Sometimes, I will watch them and couples alike and wonder what it is like to feel whatever it is, I imagine they are feeling. I wonder, am I missing something? Do they see something I don't?  Do they really have that said connection or are they just faking it? Do they really like each other that much? How did they get like that? Is what you see what you get? Really? I mean it is just so easy to make yourself appear one way on the outside and then at home, you are an entirely different person.

An interesting little ditty, having to do only partially with the above paragraph, in the last few months, I have been approached by several married men. No, this is not the first time, but this is the most recent time. Two of these men, don't want anything other than to live out some fantasies that their wives won't do.

One of them was showing me pictures of his kids and then asked me if I wanted to go home with him. I was like, huh? Seriously? Because I am getting a kick out of seeing pictures of your spawn, do you think I have any interest in opening my legs for you? Go home and bang your wife, you small dicked little fuck.


I am an open minded bitch and to some degree can kind of understand what may be going through the dudes minds, however, I also think it would be bad karma for me, maybe not for everyone, but for me and really, I don't want someone else's husband.

So, of course I need to know why these guys are doing what they are doing and when I ask them, "why is this ok?"
Their response is, " I do everything my wife wants me to do and she thinks I am  "perfect" and if I am not hurting her, it's ok". Part of me does kind of understand that to some degree, on some level, however if I found out about shit like that, I'd be like what the mother fucking fuck?! And cut a guy and/or a bitch (ok, not really, but it's funny to write).

Another question that pops up is, why the fuck do you think I am the girl who can help you with this? Do I look like I want to fuck someone else's husband? Are they calling me a husband fucker?




But let's take this whole thing a few steps further. If you never ever know that something happened, how can one be affected? I mean I get intuitions about things and I'm usually right and it drives me batty when I am told I am not right, when I clearly am, but the majority of the time, if you do not know something happened, then you can't really be upset, right?!

And a step even further, let's say you can have a secret tryst and keep it to yourself, great, but what if that guilt eventually sets in and starts to eat you alive and then you feel the need to stupidly tell your significant other how sorry you are. I think that act is the single most selfish act ever. You feel bad, so make them feel bad? Fuck that. Hold that shit in and don't let anyone find out ever, you fuck.

Forever and Ever and Ever and Ever

What does forever mean? What does Permanent mean?
According to good ole Miriam Webster Forever means:  for an endless time, for all time. For a very long time, at all times.

Permanent means: Lasting or continuing for a very long time or forever, not temporary or changing.


I always understood both of these words to literally mean always, constant, never changing. But nothing is constant, forever and not changing. If things were the same forever, life would suck. Let's discuss permanent hair dye, yeah that shit might stay in your hair forever, but your hair grows out. Permanent ink marker or tattoo ink - really? It fades, we die, again, not forever.


The sentiment "I will love you like this forever..." Key words being "like this" nothing like this will ever be forever. So, basically when someone is saying this to you, it is a lie. Yes, the sentiment is there and very nice, but it's a lie. People should really be more aware of the words that come out of their mouths.

Let's reflect on those definitions again. I swear when I was a kid, the key phrase (in each definition): "for a very long time" were not part of the definitions. Now that they have been added, I feel a lot better about it, thank you Miriam.

Moral of this story is, nothing in life is really forever. I mean even if you have the best intentions and want it to be, nothing will be exactly the same, ever. If everything is exactly the same all the time, I would get bored as shit, not sure about the rest of you. Do you ever get antsy and want to shake things up? I sure as fuck do.

Change can be scary and uncomfortable, but really, change is happening at all times. Look to your right, look to your left, boom, something shifted, your perspective, your hair, your fingers, maybe not the objects, but something has shifted around them. They now look different but the same.

What the fuck is this forever bull shit then? I am so confused. This shit could drive someone crazy.

There Once Was An App Named Tinder

After months and months of being harassed by a couple of my male friends, I finally downloaded the most addictive, stupidest, battery and time killinh app ever, Tinder to my iPhone. 

Isn't this just another version of "hot or not"? (Actually, after not much research, I am now questioning what the difference is between the two apps? Hot or Not you can access from your computer, but is that the only difference? I don't know, I am not in the mood to find out.)

Anyway, after being argued with over and over again, whether or not this Tinder is indeed a dating app or a game or just a time suck, I guess I have to agree to some degree, it is indeed another dating app. Really, it's, let's cut the shit, judge me and let me judge you bases on your pictures.


Riddle me this, is there proper Tinder etiquette? 
I like you -- heart or swipe right.
I don't like you - x or swipe left.





What is the proper etiquette when you run across someone you know?
There is no where to hide, plane as day, there you are. For me, I usually swipe right, why would I not? If you know me and do not swipe right or heart me, you will hear about it.


I am pretty sure most people do not play the game the way I do, but I dunno and I am a self admitted weirdo, so there.

So, like I said, I view the app as a game and I am apparently I am the only person in the world who views this silly little app this way (yes, I have spoken to everyone in the world and have hard data, I am indeed the only one who feels this way). But this comes as no surprise, I pretty much try to play life as a game, it is much more fun that way. I think most things should be turned into some version of a game, just to make it more fun. Who doesn't want to enjoy what they are doing? I sure as shit do.

If you have plenty of time to waste and are easily amused and have a good phone battery, I would suggest checking it out. If you have none of those things, than do not. Tinder on bitches. Tinder on.

Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut...Sometimes You Act Like A Nut...

Have you ever had someone in your life that makes you feel like you are absolutely nuts? No matter what you do or say, it is wrong and they have a long winded reason as to why. In your gut you know something is not right, but you hear that you are wrong enough times you begin to almost believe it and doubt yourself.






As hard as you try to keep yourself, you feel like you are losing a piece of you. You don't understand. You get really upset and then you forgive, because that's how you cope.

It happens to the best of us.The smartest, the prettiest, the kindest.
We want to believe that people are good hearted and well intentioned. But are they? Are they really that great or do we just want to believe that because in some way our association with them is a reflection of us? Or do we just try to convince ourselves of that?




Are these people so broken with hurt and sadness that they just wan't to control you and lie and make you feel nuts, build you up to knock you down because that's all they can do to keep going?


They tell you they are so good for you, even though they don't listen to your needs and wants, because it really has nothing to do with you. You want to help them, save them, comfort them, but no matter what, it is never enough, ever. 



The best part (not really) of it is that they are so insecure and so jealous. They say it's because of past experiences, but is it really that or is really because they are doing exactly what they are accusing you of? Resulting in making you feel even more crazy. 

Does this behavior make them bad people?




They feel so bad, they want to fill this hole that just can't be filled. They seek god for a second, they drink too much and pop pills and fill various girls "holes" and nothing seems to work. Somehow they have decided it is all your fault, you did made them do this and for a moment they may find some relief, but it doesn't last.


If they feel threatened at all and convince themselves that you might hurt them or did hurt them (because of course you did, because it is your fault...always). They vow they will get you back 10 fold. They know how to hit you when you are down. They know how to hit you when you are up. They want it to be all your fault and convince themselves that it really is your fault. Everything is your fault, you did this.

We have all heard that the things that people accuse us are what they are doing themselves or don't like about themselves. We don't want to believe, but we know it's true. We also don't want to deal with it because the backlash from that person is so intense and exhausting. So, we once again just give in.

After living through this and not telling anyone what was going on, ever, the best thing you can do, is walk away. Even if it breaks your heart and you have to leave things behind.

People are strange, they act and say and do weird things, men, women, everyone. We know maybe we should not be involved with someone, but we do it anyway. They say what we want to hear and they are good looking and they paint a wonderful picture, but it all fades and then you are left with a whole lot of shit.

You feel guilty, you feel hurt, you don't know what to do or why you feel this way. It's too bad we don't stick together more from the beginning. That it takes hurt to form an alliance.




Never let anyone make you doubt yourself.

Go with your gut.

And then steal your dog and trash cans back.

A Few Thoughts From The Treadmill...

I'll be the first to admit that I have a lot going on in my head. Sometimes you might have no idea what I am thinking about or how a conversation flows with me, but so much is going on in my head at the gym.

Most of the time on the treadmill, I am doing running intervals. I can often be found lip syncing the words of whatever music I am listening to.  More often than not, I like to imagine people around me thinking it is cute that I do this, but , I am sure no one really notices, just like I don't really notice them.

I then wonder how people would react if I just belt out the words of the song I am listening to. Let's keep in mind that I have an awful voice when I can hear, so it is probably that much more awful when I have headphones on and music blasting into my ears.

I like to think people would be amused by my singing aloud on the treadmill and think it cute. But in real life they would probably think I was crazy, I hope they would laugh though. I laugh when I hear people sing aloud. I also think that they must be a little crazy and probably slightly mentally unstable or drunk, but I still giggle. OK, so I might find the act slightly cuter than others.

I also wonder how people would react if I broke out into a silly dance on the treadmill.
Like this dude (please view later).




I also wonder what would happen if I just ate shit on the treadmill, like this lazy bitch.







Would people laugh or come to my aid or both and in what order?

If I saw someone eat shit, anywhere, I would do both and I can't dictate the order of which I would do these things because I think it would depend on so many things. Then again my reaction to most things uncomfortable is to laugh, yeah, I know, so normal.

Sometimes, I begin to hate people in my head (for no real reason) and that makes me run a little bit faster. Maybe I want to run away from these stupid feelings that feel like surfacing, maybe they are surfacing for a reason, so I can run them off.

One instance of the momentary head anger is: I see a girl and convince myself that she is probably dating my ex and then I create an entire relationship they are having with each other, yes, all in my head, yes, I do recognize that is weird, but it happens.

I am then so sure she knows who I am and I don't know who she is and god knows what lies (and truths) he has told her (I hate not know things). So naturally, she is texting him that I've been spotted and well, that's kind of it, but it fires me up more and then I run even harder because of course I then get sad because I think of my puppy and miss him.

And then (no and then) I get angry again because I naturally start to think of other people who I associate with that situation and decide to mentally and momentarily hate them too, so then, I run even faster. I am going so fast, that I am sure to fall, so I giggle a little, then I remind myself that it's not their fault.

And then I think even crazier thought, which I won't get into, but then I run even harder because I am so angry, in my head.







And then I again imagine me eating shit on the stupid treadmill and giggle, sometimes out loud, which if course makes me giggle even more and then by now I am done and feel wonderful.

My Dog Can Speak...

I know my dogs talk to each other. Well, at least Wazowski speaks to others or tells them what to do. I know, it sounds crazy, but I swear I can see it happening, if you pay attention, you can see it too. Sometimes they speak with their voices and sometimes (more often than not) I swear Wazowski tells other dogs what to do and he does it with his mind. If any dog is capable of doing this, it's this guy. He was probably a Shaman in a past life and for whatever reason was brought back as my sweet beastlette.

Mr. Mike Wazowski lookin all sweet and innocent...

Sometimes, in the car, he commands his brothers to look out the window and screams, "SQUIRREL"
And they look...

He commands Janx to lay on his side and look at this, he does!

"Atticus, get under the covers and put your head on momma's pillow, she will love it...what's that you say? She doesn't want fur on her sheets. Oh don't worry, she will be just fine, trust me." Famous last words...

"Atticus, you should be ashamed of yourself for getting under mom's sheets, hide under the bed you fool!"

"Lay in the corner!"

His talents are not specific to just dogs "Human give me your food!" 

He tells other beasts to give him some space.

And clearly, they listen...

He acts so innocent, but there is so much more going on in there.

At then end of the day, all Atticus can do is relax and have a drink, he has found no point in trying to resist Wazowski's powers, it's a lost cause.

My guys....

Yes, I am wild for dogs...

Especially my dogs...

 

Crazy dog lady? Maybe.