GODDAMNIT I hate when I fucking lose journal entries. 
So let's try this again....
I'm going to be 30 in less than a month. How am I supposed to think and feel?
Truth be known, I feel old, but only here, as some of you were single digits (!) when I was going to raves and sneaking into Christian Death concerts.
I found myself thinking recently something along the lines of "when I was your age"....and I nearly shat myself, as I've spent most of my lifetime trying to disregard and put behind me everything that was said by my elders.
However, I should have listened to one thing, and that's, "Your eyebrows do NOT grow back." Heh. I wish it would have been something more substantial, but hey, at least I found something. And I also found my first gray hair 2 weeks ago, but I've already mentioned that in another journal entry.
Not too long ago, I'd have been considered a washed up old maid, being unmarried, and sans parasites, I mean, offspring. No offense to anyone who has happily procreated, but I have way too much to learn and accomplish in my own life that I cannot even conceptualize being pregnant.
Sometimes I think that I imagine that I had two days off in a row. Weekends just fly by.
On Saturday, I was eating at Poquito Mas. Everything was a-ok, until I looked up and saw my old roommate walking toward me. Ugh. Luckily I was wearing my brown fuzzy hat, which I adjusted and tipped down until he walked past. I realized that he probably wouldn't have recognized me anyway, sans hair and piercing added.
Fuck ignorance and being uncouth. Sparing details, he threw away our 18+ year friendship by being petty, asinine, and generally despicable. He also sent me a wedding invitation less than 2 months after screwing me over for the last time. Too funny. I later heard through close channels that he kept asking where I was at his wedding reception. He probably would have been clueless even if I had walked up to him and punched him in teh face.
No bother, although I did have a strange feeling as he walked past. I wasn't quite sure what to do, as he was one of the last people I'd expected to harsh my mellow at dinner. Vague pleasantries woudn't have sufficed, nor would aggressive hostility. I just decided to disregard the entire incident, and carry on my merry way, as I have been doing.
When was the last time you experienced something like this? Bumping into someone you would rather have not? How did you feel?
So let's try this again....
I'm going to be 30 in less than a month. How am I supposed to think and feel?
Truth be known, I feel old, but only here, as some of you were single digits (!) when I was going to raves and sneaking into Christian Death concerts.
I found myself thinking recently something along the lines of "when I was your age"....and I nearly shat myself, as I've spent most of my lifetime trying to disregard and put behind me everything that was said by my elders.
However, I should have listened to one thing, and that's, "Your eyebrows do NOT grow back." Heh. I wish it would have been something more substantial, but hey, at least I found something. And I also found my first gray hair 2 weeks ago, but I've already mentioned that in another journal entry.
Not too long ago, I'd have been considered a washed up old maid, being unmarried, and sans parasites, I mean, offspring. No offense to anyone who has happily procreated, but I have way too much to learn and accomplish in my own life that I cannot even conceptualize being pregnant.
Sometimes I think that I imagine that I had two days off in a row. Weekends just fly by.
On Saturday, I was eating at Poquito Mas. Everything was a-ok, until I looked up and saw my old roommate walking toward me. Ugh. Luckily I was wearing my brown fuzzy hat, which I adjusted and tipped down until he walked past. I realized that he probably wouldn't have recognized me anyway, sans hair and piercing added.
Fuck ignorance and being uncouth. Sparing details, he threw away our 18+ year friendship by being petty, asinine, and generally despicable. He also sent me a wedding invitation less than 2 months after screwing me over for the last time. Too funny. I later heard through close channels that he kept asking where I was at his wedding reception. He probably would have been clueless even if I had walked up to him and punched him in teh face.
No bother, although I did have a strange feeling as he walked past. I wasn't quite sure what to do, as he was one of the last people I'd expected to harsh my mellow at dinner. Vague pleasantries woudn't have sufficed, nor would aggressive hostility. I just decided to disregard the entire incident, and carry on my merry way, as I have been doing.
When was the last time you experienced something like this? Bumping into someone you would rather have not? How did you feel?
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As for seeing someone I wish I hadn't, I honestly can't remember.