Friday, May 27, 2011

Dreamy Departure

Urgh! My horn is beginning to protrude (again)!  I look like a mythical creature from somebody’s bad dream.  πŸ˜΄ As you may already know, I’m prone to stress breakouts. 🀒 I have always been that way and probably always will be. Oh well, at least people have a visual aid of how I’m feeling without having to ask me. Heck, that’s a distinct advantage to me and the inquiring party. Disappointed smile Truth be told, I have tons of things going on right now that are severely stressing me out; Familial, financial, personal, emotional…you name it. If it ends with “al”, I’m going through it. (Yeah, even “mythical“.) The only issues I feel strong enough to tackle today though, are the personally emotional ones…at least some of them anyway. πŸ₯Ά


It’s tragically comical.  Almost as quickly as it began, it was over. (Exactly one month to the day in fact.) Sadly, of that four week span, there was only one real week of pure, unadulterated, dreamy romantic bliss (for me). πŸ₯΅ Funny thing is, that one month fairytale love story was actually 20 years in the making (long story). I didn’t want it as much back then and though the years have had a profound effect on my maturity level, the other party wasn’t so lucky.  Or, maybe we are both just on two different pages…out of two different books. πŸ“š I really don’t know and it doesn’t matter anyway. Just keep it moving. πŸ˜‘ I woke up at about 3AM this morning not only willing to confront the issues with this burnt-out, busted up relationship but INTENT on confronting them. 😠 And I did! Albeit through wimpy voicemail. πŸ“²


I’ve written it before but it’s 100% true about me; I’m equal parts emotional and logical. ☹️=πŸ€“ Now, you can imagine how Jekyll and Hyde that could make one’s personality appear but it’s the way I was born, no use crying about it now. 😐 The advantage of being that way is my innate ability to calmly pull myself out of emotionally-charged situations that won’t lead anywhere positive, even if I’m the one that emotionally-charged them. πŸ˜– Who me? I can firmly tell my broken heart Broken heart “Shut your silly, girly azz up and get on with it DAMMIT!” 🀬 I was all broken up about this yesterday and today, I’m feeling surprisingly good. Thumbs up That is, until another one of my 15 other overly emotional personalities return. πŸ₯Έ Fact is, no matter how distraught I get, I always find myself back to the Logical Land of Me. πŸ§πŸΎ‍♀️ ALWAYS. Hey, being with me might not be easy but it sure as hell ain’t boring. πŸ‘½ You can take that last sentence to the bank and ca$h it. πŸ€‘


Frankly, I’ve been in a couple of relationships longer than I should have been. πŸ€ͺ I guess then, I tended to cling to the periodically emotionally-detached types because I didn’t want to face the fact that I chose poorly and I’d become a failure because of it. I didn’t want to give up control. I didn’t want to admit to myself that I wasted so much of my precious time on someone not worth a minute of it. 😑 But as I’ve come to learn, those experiences have helped shape the woman I am today (and I’m pretty awesome y’all ). So when I went back and examined my previous fears related to staying in ridiculously fruitless unions, I realized that I only failed myself by accepting less than I deserved. I let myself be controlled by my own unwillingness to let go. I didn’t waste my time because I now have a much clearer picture of what I DON’T want.🀚🏾 And I don’t care who you are, you have to admit that those are enviable insights that I didn’t have to waste my whole lifetime to learn. Sweet! 😁


I don’t have a definitive reason for writing today other than to purge a little personal emotional stress, the only thing I have complete control over. 😝 When I woke up this morning, I was willing to permanently sever ties with anyone causing me undue discomfort. πŸ₯΄I was willing to never again speak to anyone that took more than they gave. And you know what else? That prospect didn’t concern me one single solitary bit.  In my mind, anyone not willing to join me on my love train♥ could go straight to Hell.  As I write though, I feel a lot less authoritatively final on those folks. I mean, I can’t see myself ever dealing with fractured folk in the foreseeable future. Nope, no way in Hades. πŸ‘Ώ But maybe in time, I’ll have enough empathy in my heart to meet up with my friends, family and foes, to see if they’ve become a little less selfish and a little more self-less as they’ve aged. Love interests?  Not so much. In that case, the dead should just stay buried. 


I have no plans to go backwards. ⛔ What’s done is done and it shall stay that way. Leave your snidely pompous negativity, in whatever form it takes, at the threshold of my door or don’t you dare come in…EVER!  If that means I’ll never set my big, cartoon eyes on you again, so be it. πŸ‘€ That includes lovers, haters and everyone in-between.  I can’t have secretly unsupportive back-biters and passive-aggressive haters in my midst. πŸ˜€ I’ll never again put up with that sh!t. Honestly. I know it’s not everybody’s thing but I sometimes read my horoscope to see if they ‘touch’ on what I happen to be going through at that particular moment. ♋  I’d say today’s horoscope was pretty accurate. Here’s an excerpt:


♥My Love Tarot Card for Friday, May 27♥


 “…Remember that you have options. You are a survivor, able to deal with the flaws of your partner and the cold shoulder from those who see your values as unusual or suspect. Either may be putting a strain on your love life. You can find strength in adversity, so don’t be too quick to curse your lot. Be willing to face the unknown hardships for the sake of future improvements, growth and acceptance. Soon you will be in a place where you can express yourself fully. For better or worse, you may still have each other as well as your faith that some good can come of this.”


Yep, The Stars got it right this time but next time, my horoscope will probably read that The Rapture really did happen on May 21, 2011 and I was the president of Estonia (Russia) at the time of it. ✴️ It’ll probably claim that I didn’t consciously know those two things because I’m actually living my life in the dream world. πŸ‘» Who knows. You take some truth from here and there until you compose the big picture, which can take a lifetime.  Come to think of it, I guess that whole Rapture/ President of Estonia thing could actually be true. I mean, how could anyone even disprove that? 🀷🏾‍♀️ Well, it’s gotta be better than living my life with this horrid stress bump right smack-dab in the middle of my forehead.  Damn, I look like a black human unicorn. You think Estonia would ever elect a black human unicorn for president? I guess anything is possible, in dreams






Originally posted by ChaunyBaby at 3:49 PM on Friday, May 27, 2011


Monday, May 23, 2011

Period Plea


I feel like the punch line of some cruel, cosmic joke. πŸ˜” Even elements of what should be a great life for ME, are marred by other people and THEIR fucked-up issues. My quiet, Zen-like desk  area was polluted with so much noise from loud-talking/ laughing co-workers, entertaining the masses (or themselves), that I wanted to stuff toilet paper in my ears. I offer toilet paper as a possibly acceptable substitute because I can't find those damn earplugs another co-worker gave me years ago to combat just such workplace annoyances. 😐 Even that spectacularly ineffective, obscenely lazy co-worker that spends more time on their cell phoneπŸ“±, than doing their actual work (with whom you normally turn a deliberate blind-eye to because it isn't your business), is more than one can bear on a day like today. 😒 Relief when relieving yourself isn't an escape either because that chick that smells like 7 day old room-temperature trout decides to use the stall next to yours.  Doesn't she have the same *excellent* health insurance I do? Do they make cute nose plugs for women?  My beautiful new home isn't even a welcome respite from the weary world because it's cursed with a steady stream of unannounced visitors that grossly outstay their welcome, staying all day, or night, without so much as polite inquiry as to whether or not Sis or I have other plans. 😐 (No, not you baby!) Retiring to my bedroom means reliving lovely moments of newly shared love and appreciation that abruptly transformed into older disappointment and disillusionment.  Hell, I don't even want to throw a party at my house because I have no idea when I'll have my house to myself again. That's a damn shame, I used to love throwing parties but now, it's much more of a frightening, rather than exciting prospect. 😲  Thankfully, two of the dogs we've transferred over to the new house have transitioned quite well, even though that means listening to one of them bark all DAY and NIGHT at every living and nonliving thing on our heavily-wooded property...and I mean ALL day and night. 🌝🌚 Can dogs lose their voices due to over-usage? It wouldn't seem so. πŸ˜’  With the exception of a consistently respectable few, the vast majority of living creatures in my life make me want to pull each one of my nose hairs out with a pair of tweezers, just to feel enough physical pain to take my mind off of how insanely exhausting everyone else around me is. πŸ₯΅ Right now, every innocent question or comment sounds like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard to me. πŸ˜– And when I'm so inclined, in my current delicate state, every one of my Facebook attempts to compliment, comment or encourage that goes unanswered/ ignored by the intended recipient, makes me want to "Unfriend" and permanently block all my presumably pointless (soon-to-be) former Facebook "Friends" for good.  What the hell are they good for anyway?? πŸ€” Seriously? Just about everybody and everything is working my last nerve and I don't know a clever way to spin that in my usually upbeat and, dare I say, ordinarily clever blog. ⌨ I don't feel like sugar-coating anything.  Bad manners, bad drivers, bad breath, bad teeth, bad form, bad leg, bad dreams, bad dogs, bad smells...it's all enough to make me go Bad, Bad Leroy Brown on everybody. Oh well, it is what it is and there isn't any way around it.  And really, MOST of my problem can be appropriately addressed with this one innocent plea for assistance; "Aunt Flo, please make your monthly visit and go away before I get fired or face murder charges." πŸ€¬ (Neither of which are on my To Do list.) 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Love Games: Nothing Ventured‏


I'm probably gonna want to shoot myself after I post this (or at least consider deleting it) but nothing ventured, nothing gained. πŸ˜Ά Wait, what?! 😧 Why did I just type that? 😨 Oh, never mind...I'm just rambling like usual. πŸ˜΅ What a whirlwind few weeks it's been. I haven't felt like myself for a while now (still don't), so I haven't had the energy to blog my frustrations away. πŸ–³=πŸ’» I've purposely stayed held-up in my head and heart to work through a constant barrage of frustrating issues being slung at me from all different directions. πŸ”ƒπŸ”„ I've tried to keep my wits about me but there are those times when all logic and reason are blatantly ruled out by raw gut emotion. 😰 I've had more than a few raw gut emotional moments recently, and that's putting it mildly. I even lightly dabbled my big toe in the Love Pool recently. ❤ No, I lie, I actually dove head first into the jagged rock-laden murky waters of the Love OceanπŸ’¦, only to have my big head split wide open. 😟 We'll not even discuss my heart. πŸ’“ It's always a hard thing to put every emotional stake in 'the idea' of the perfect romantic relationship only discover that love does NOT conquer all...not even close. ⛔ This last time though, the romantic re-engagement of a past love put me the precarious position of being extremely, and suddenly, amorously insecure. ♥πŸ˜€♥ I felt like an inexperienced 19 year old again. 😢 Aside from the fact that I'm almost light-years away from 19 today😬, it'd also seemed like light-years since I allowed myself to be THAT vulnerable. (I'm talking the whole kit and caboodle folks. 😝) So, with a painfully ambivalent, femininely masculine, erratically emotional personality like mine, when the slightest hint of difficulties began to surface, my first reaction was to split, pronto! 😀 I probably could've (and should've) given it a bit more time to re-develop but I just couldn't risk investing more time and emotion into something that could turn out to be an even more devastating loss later. πŸ’” Does that corny, earlier line "Nothing ventured, nothing gained" fit here? Yeah, I didn't think so either. πŸ˜’ Okay, simply put, I immaturely punked out. πŸ˜³ I guess even more than that, I wanted to save face, retain dignity and squash any perceived notion of personal weakness but the short version is: I immaturely, and possibly prematurely, punked out. πŸ˜± And after all that, I ended up feeling hurt, heart-broken and humiliated anyway, so why did I waste all that energy? 😟 Oh yeah, I know; Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right? ? No? ? Okay, I'll try that again later. 😁 I don't know, maybe I'm just too emotionally damaged to ever find a partner that truly gets me. Maybe I'm too scared to let my guard down long enough to let anyone get to know me on more than a superficial level. Maybe I'm too old to risk looking and feeling like a fool (again). Hell, maybe I just have lousy taste in partners. Who knows? I guess I was afraid to lose my power or even worse; GIVE it away. πŸ’• Relationship give-and-take is a delicate balance I have not yet mastered, not in the romance department anyway. πŸ’– Love is a game aptly titled Survival of the Fittest πŸ˜Ž. And clearly, I'm waaaay out of shape...(hey, no smart azz cracks 😢). I'm not much for exercising but I know when I must relent and put some time in to work on myself. πŸ’‹ Oh well, back to the drawing board. πŸ’˜ I'm sure a smart chick like me can figure it all out and if I do, I truly believe the reward will be tremendous! ♥πŸ’ Just like that corny, old saying goes; Nothing ventured, nothing to bitch & moan about in your latest blog entry when your heart is broken in a million pieces and you want to curl up in the fetal position in the corner of your bedroom while you cry yourself silly and snot all over yourself so you can look as pathetic as you possibly can...πŸ˜”...well, you get the picture. πŸ˜‘ You know, after WRITING it, I don't feel much like DOING it anymore. 😠 I'm sure I'll shed a few more tears but after that, I'll just eat some more of Momma's delicious banana pudding, call it a night and be perfectly fine in the morning. πŸ˜‹ If that doesn't work, I'll ask her to make chocolate pudding next. Yep, that'll probably do the trick.  πŸ‘