Or texting, as it was in my case. In order to explain this, and how I came to the realization that I must be stupid, let's go back a few weeks to St. Patrick's Day. Naturally, I was at work because that's where I always seem to be when others are off living life and having fun. As fate would have it, I would wind up repeatedly helping customers in the canning room. One of these customers happened to be a fairly attractive young man whose right leg was wrapped up. I talked to him about what had happened to his leg and found out that he had a tear in his patella. It was light conversation...and then came the shocker: "Are you single?" "Yes." "Can I have your number?" "Sure." Without thinking, I had handed over my phone number to a stranger, an attractive stranger, but a stranger all the same. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to hear from the guy, but, surprisingly enough, he started texting me the next morning.
Maybe I should have taken the texting as a sign. I know I'm a bit ancient when it comes to modern-day courtship (not to mention that I've had so little action that I'm practically still a virgin), but the texting seemed a bit off. However, I decided to overlook it.
Maybe I should have taken the breakdown of my cellphone as a sign that this potential connection was not meant to be. However, I still ignored everything and bought a new battery and phone. Why? Because of a boy.
Another warning sign came up when I offered to meet up with him and got no response. Why would you ask for someone's phone number and not want to at least occasionally hang out with that person?
After about a week of not hearing from the guy, I decided that maybe this wasn't quite meant to be and was determined to occasionally send him texts, but not get my hopes up. Of course, this was the sign the universe needed to throw me a curveball and send him through my line at work. This encounter led to a seemingly renewed interest in communications between the two of us.
He had supposedly helped to set up a fairly popular adult entertainment site on Facebook, which I was able to verify later on. I liked the basic concept of the site and felt that this open view about sex might be a potential unifying factor. Unfortunately, I was then also able to find out, thank you social networking sites, that he was not only in a relationship, but that his girlfriend is also currently pregnant with their child.
Really... I mean, really? REALLY?! PFFF, WHAT THE FRACK?!?! Why would you ask me if I'm single and ask me for my phone number? Why didn't I ask him if he was single from the beginning?
So, I wound up torn between being pissed at him and at myself. Well, I still am. However, I resisted the voices telling me to do what I had seen my sister do: Shoot first, ask questions later. I needed to know if this information was the real deal or just plain false/antiquated, but I didn't want to walk into the situation with guns blazing. I wanted to lure the guy in and then, when he felt safe and comfortable, gently feel my way through to the truth.
Needless to say, that kinda fell through. After telling me that he missed me and really wanted to see me and that we should really hang out at some point (had I not previously suggested this?), I had to tell myself that I needed to find out the truth, and if need be, kick him to the curb.
And that brings us to yesterday... I went on my lunch break, turned on my phone, and received another text from him. We chatted, one thing led to another, and he asked me if I would have sex with him after I was done with work. What? Sex offered to me on a silver platter? The bestest gift anyone could ever offer me? Now let's ignore that I'm going to be standing on my feet for almost eight hours (trust me, I would welcome the time I got to spend on my back afterwards), get off of work at midnight, have to be up at six in the morning, and am therefore supertired (and yes, I get the irony of me still being awake at this time...I mean, I might as well have said yes to the sex). In addition to that, let's overlook me being on my period and not wanting bloodied-up nether regions to be the first sexual impression. Oh yeah, the guy's in a relationship and going to be a dad! And I don't even know if the girlfriend knows about our interactions...
I thanked him for the generous offer (my parents raised us kids to always be polite), but declined due to my schedule. Needless to say, he had a bit of a hissy fit (ever heard of masturbation?). He stated that he could always find someone to sleep with him (yes, it's called your right and your left hands), and of course, my reaction was to get mad and tear into him (you cross the bull, you get the horns), which caused him to apologize (destroying egos, it's a talent). Here's the thing, I'm not a teenage girl blinded by "love," so if you think you can pressure me into having sex with you or doing some crazy shit, that won't work with me. I've had the pleasure of being in abusive relationships early on in my life, and so I've come to learn that I might as well be alone than be a puppet. I was raised to do the right thing, even if that means making some hard decisions. I don't mean to brag, but making hard decisions is my specialty because if someone threatens me with fewer friends and sex, I feel alone most of the time anyway, so even though I care, I know that it isn't worth the pain in the long run.
So, what's the current status? I didn't have sex with him (I would have loved to), he is in a relationship (and she doesn't know about our interactions), and I feel stupid and like the biggest joke in the universe. It's either people who need mothers and therapists, people who want to make fun of me, or who just want to use me for their own selfish agendas.
Now mind you, I don't care about an fwb-type of relationship, or even having sex with someone who is already in a relationship, as long as everyone is on the same page. However, if someone doesn't know about it then they probably wouldn't be okay with these "extracurricular activities," and if you're going to become a parent then you should focus on your child first (at least most of the time).
Anyway, I've cried a little bit, even though I didn't want to. I'm mad at myself for handing out my number and for not having sex (hello, we all know how badly I've been wanting some physical loving!), and I'm upset with this guy.
So, the conclusion is that I must be stupid. However, I'm sure that with a lot of booze and battery power, this crisis shall also pass.
Friday, April 06, 2012
Monday, March 21, 2011
Adventures in Jobland
As some of you are aware of (and by some, I mean like all two of you), I suffered from mild hypothermia as a result of my last attempt at making some money around two months ago. As a result, I had to quit my job of delivering newspapers. Oddly enough, the universe decided to take a break from laughing at my pathetic excuse for a life and threw me a bone. The bone came in the form of a job offer from Wal-Mart, which I gladly took. Of course, since the universe is worse than M. Night Shyamalan (sorry Mr. Shyamalan), there just had to be a twist: I now work 90 minutes away from home. I wouldn't mind a commute...if I could take a bus/street car/train/etc. So, I've managed to trap myself just a little bit. I'll deal with it for now, and hopefully, I can come up with a decent solution (which I should since I now spend 15 hours...on the road...by myself).
As much as one hears horror stories about working at Wal-Mart, I haven't come to find it that terrible. That's probably because I have this habit of having the almost opposite reaction to situations than the average person would. So, the worse a situation is expected to be, the more, dare I say, positive of a reaction I tend to have to it.
I've come to realize that some of the worst customers are actually Wal-Mart employees (go figure). Self-checkouts can be great when you have a steady stream of customers coming through, but some people just don't get that self-checkouts are there so you can ring yourself up. It's weird because most people can tell you that suicide means to kill oneself, but those same people seem to not know what self-checkout means. Hmmm...
In addition to that, most people don't know how to shop or organize their groceries, and yet they all seem to know how I'm supposed to do my job. Here's the deal: You shop for all non-food items first, and then you go through the grocery section (dry items first and dairy/frozen/other refrigerated items last). The second rule is that unless you're bagging your items yourself, you should put the items on the belt in the order you expect the cashier/bagger to bag them. Remember people, I can't read your minds and if you want to have a speedier checkout, you're going to have to help me at least a little bit.
Now, do I expect my customers to read this blog and learn from it? No, of course not. I'm idealistic, not delusional. I never expect anyone to pay attention to me, but who knows, maybe I can provide some entertainment for someone.
Since it's almost time for me to get ready for bed, I'm going to finish this entry here. However, I will do my darndest to keep everyone on the up and up about what's going on in my corner of the universe.
Alla prossima!
As much as one hears horror stories about working at Wal-Mart, I haven't come to find it that terrible. That's probably because I have this habit of having the almost opposite reaction to situations than the average person would. So, the worse a situation is expected to be, the more, dare I say, positive of a reaction I tend to have to it.
I've come to realize that some of the worst customers are actually Wal-Mart employees (go figure). Self-checkouts can be great when you have a steady stream of customers coming through, but some people just don't get that self-checkouts are there so you can ring yourself up. It's weird because most people can tell you that suicide means to kill oneself, but those same people seem to not know what self-checkout means. Hmmm...
In addition to that, most people don't know how to shop or organize their groceries, and yet they all seem to know how I'm supposed to do my job. Here's the deal: You shop for all non-food items first, and then you go through the grocery section (dry items first and dairy/frozen/other refrigerated items last). The second rule is that unless you're bagging your items yourself, you should put the items on the belt in the order you expect the cashier/bagger to bag them. Remember people, I can't read your minds and if you want to have a speedier checkout, you're going to have to help me at least a little bit.
Now, do I expect my customers to read this blog and learn from it? No, of course not. I'm idealistic, not delusional. I never expect anyone to pay attention to me, but who knows, maybe I can provide some entertainment for someone.
Since it's almost time for me to get ready for bed, I'm going to finish this entry here. However, I will do my darndest to keep everyone on the up and up about what's going on in my corner of the universe.
Alla prossima!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Foray into Jobland
This blog entry was intended to talk about my first week at the first job I've had since July 2009. That is until I managed to screw up my body temperature after the first morning at work. So, what kind of job did I manage to get? Drumroll please...Newspaper carrier. Yeah, that's how I feel too.
Don't worry about me though. I had to call in and quit the job today (yes, it would have only been my second day). I'm not proud of it, and had I thought the situation through more thoroughly, I wouldn't have applied for this job in the first place.
I didn't mind carrying out newspapers...even after slipping and busting my knee on someone else's driveway. I didn't mind the physicality of the job. Trust me, I need to lose at least 50% of my current weight, so from that perspective, the job would have been a godsend. What I did mind was that I was jumping from an extremely hot car out into the extreme cold and vice versa. Multiple times. For two hours. Now, I've spent a couple of hours out in the cold, but I was out in the cold that whole entire time, and so it didn't take that much of a toll on my body. Unfortunately, the extreme temperature switches caused everything to feel way too cold for me, even in a heated house, dressed in sweats, wrapped up in a comforter. After several unsuccessful attempts at falling asleep (two hours worth) because everything was just too damn cold, I put on a robe, and sure enough, I finally managed to fall asleep after 15 minutes. Fastforward to 1:15 a.m.: My alarm went off, and I woke up drenched in sweat and feeling terribly nauseous. After trying to work my way through feeling hot and cold at the same time, and fighting against urges to vomit and pass out for almost two hours, I made the difficult decision (for me at least) to go against my principles and tossed in the towel.
Afterwards I went back to bed and passed out for a few more hours.
I do feel a bit better now, but now I'm back to square one jobwise.
As for you readers, I guess the moral of this story is to be aware of one's limitations, and know when it is absolutely worth killing yourself over a job and when it is time to back down. Don't quit a job just because your body feels sore or you feel a bit tired. However, if you're so sick that you have to go to the ER, and your job had a major and direct role in this, then you should definitely consider your options.
Well, I'm finally done with my rambling.
As always, lots of love from my little bubble in the universe.
Take care,
Bettina
Don't worry about me though. I had to call in and quit the job today (yes, it would have only been my second day). I'm not proud of it, and had I thought the situation through more thoroughly, I wouldn't have applied for this job in the first place.
I didn't mind carrying out newspapers...even after slipping and busting my knee on someone else's driveway. I didn't mind the physicality of the job. Trust me, I need to lose at least 50% of my current weight, so from that perspective, the job would have been a godsend. What I did mind was that I was jumping from an extremely hot car out into the extreme cold and vice versa. Multiple times. For two hours. Now, I've spent a couple of hours out in the cold, but I was out in the cold that whole entire time, and so it didn't take that much of a toll on my body. Unfortunately, the extreme temperature switches caused everything to feel way too cold for me, even in a heated house, dressed in sweats, wrapped up in a comforter. After several unsuccessful attempts at falling asleep (two hours worth) because everything was just too damn cold, I put on a robe, and sure enough, I finally managed to fall asleep after 15 minutes. Fastforward to 1:15 a.m.: My alarm went off, and I woke up drenched in sweat and feeling terribly nauseous. After trying to work my way through feeling hot and cold at the same time, and fighting against urges to vomit and pass out for almost two hours, I made the difficult decision (for me at least) to go against my principles and tossed in the towel.
Afterwards I went back to bed and passed out for a few more hours.
I do feel a bit better now, but now I'm back to square one jobwise.
As for you readers, I guess the moral of this story is to be aware of one's limitations, and know when it is absolutely worth killing yourself over a job and when it is time to back down. Don't quit a job just because your body feels sore or you feel a bit tired. However, if you're so sick that you have to go to the ER, and your job had a major and direct role in this, then you should definitely consider your options.
Well, I'm finally done with my rambling.
As always, lots of love from my little bubble in the universe.
Take care,
Bettina
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Home Life (1)
Here I am, standing in my brother's room...wondering why in the world I have been stuck with doing his job. It is 10 at night. My mother's sleeping in the room across the hall, and even though she has to be up by 5 in the morning, everyone is still wide awake, loud, and borderline obnoxious. I can hear my brother laughing in the garage, my sister and her boyfriend are also still laughing, my father is either drifting off to sleep or (when he is awake) making borderline inappropriate jokes and just generally talking way too loudly. I just want to sit back and relax in a dimly-lit room. Who knows, maybe watch some Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations.
No, instead I'm stuck cleaning out the litterbox in my brother's room. Why? Because he is incapable of doing it himself, and my sister asked me to. So, I decided to be nice. Of course it didn't help that my father told me to be flexible. I may be a quarter of a century old, but due to a lack of a job and having to live with my parents, I don't have a choice but to listen to my parents. Not that it really matters because whatever I do I will always be Miss Inflexible to my father. Oh well, such seems to be my fate.
Fortunately, everything seems to have finally calmed down, so I can now sit down and take a few deep breaths.
Here's to the end of a hectic and loud day...
Until some other time,
Miss Inflexible
No, instead I'm stuck cleaning out the litterbox in my brother's room. Why? Because he is incapable of doing it himself, and my sister asked me to. So, I decided to be nice. Of course it didn't help that my father told me to be flexible. I may be a quarter of a century old, but due to a lack of a job and having to live with my parents, I don't have a choice but to listen to my parents. Not that it really matters because whatever I do I will always be Miss Inflexible to my father. Oh well, such seems to be my fate.
Fortunately, everything seems to have finally calmed down, so I can now sit down and take a few deep breaths.
Here's to the end of a hectic and loud day...
Until some other time,
Miss Inflexible
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Breaking point (not for the sensitive or overly optimistic)
Yes everyone, Bettina is depressed. Again. This would be no surprise, if my depression weren't so bad this time that I just wanted to lay down and die. *gasp* Yes, I used the d-word. Before anyone goes into savior mode and calls 911, let me just say that I've been suffering from depression off and on (mostly on) since at least the age of 8. So, do not panic (I'm not worried about most of you, just about the lone Christian mother who might accidentally stumble across this blog, and think that she can actually help someone like me).
At this point in my life, actively trying to end my life is too exhausting anyway. However, I won't be doing anything to stop my death either (sounds weird, but you spend some time living my life and then you can come back and talk to me about how it went for you...who knows, maybe you're able to live my life better than I currently am).
I am currently living in a house filled mostly with people who aren't aware of and don't even care how their actions and feelings affect everyone else. Everyone else gets mad at me when I point out the bull**** that goes on in this house, but then I'm also supposed to be happy all the time. I was raised to speak my mind and be honest, but nobody likes it when that happens. However, people like it even less when I don't say anything or lie. So, here's my solution: Give me a script because I am a great actress. I am great at portraying other people, but I obviously suck at being me.
I can see why people get drunk or drugged up because right now, those two seem to be very viable options, and they're looking better with each passing minute in this hellhole.
My brother's a whiny bitch and drama queen, who's way too damn lucky for his own good. My sister, even though she has matured quite a bit, can't decide whether she wants to be nice or bitchy, and she was like this before she managed to get knocked up. My sister's boyfriend is also a bitch, who thinks this is his house, wastes my sister's gas and money, is disrespectful (particularly towards women), and thinks he can get in a pissing contest with me just because we're the same age. As for my dad, oh my dear sweet dad...it seemed that he was finally able to mellow out, until recently that is. He very recently fell back on a very bad habit by threatening to move back to Texas. Why? Supposedly because he hates this house (I'm guessing it's more that he hates the people in this house, but he would NEVER admit to that) and because he was angry about how the house is or is not cleaned up. For once though, I wasn't there when this happened (I was in Chinese class at the time), which is weird because if you ask the majority of the people in this house, I am at fault for everyone's problems. Here's the issue: As much as my dad thinks he cleans up, he does more complaining about it.
Since at least three people have threatened to move out, here's what I have to say: Move the hell out! Stop talking about it and do it. If you supposedly earn so much money that you can afford to threaten people with moving out then you do it. This applies particularly to my siblings. Now, as for my dad, you're not a damn kid. You're a father of four (even though you only had to raise three), you're married, so you can't afford to just get up and leave, and even less to talk about such things.
As for me, I would love to move out since that seems to be my only chance at what is considered to be happiness. Personally, I wouldn't know what happiness is, even if it slapped me across the face. However, I'm incapable of finding and landing a job, which means I'm not making any money, so I can't afford to move. Heck, I can't even threaten people with a move. So, if anyone has a legitimate job for me, please let me know. If you have any other solutions, please let me know.
The only person who isn't currently driving me insane is my mother. She has always been the patient and understanding one, and now she is also at her breaking point, which is kinda sad because it took her a lot longer to get there than it took me. I feel bad for her because she has to suffer through all of this. I'm sure that if she knew 100% that she could get another decent job (or a job period) in Germany, she would just move back there. I'm sure my Oma would enjoy getting to see my mother on a regular basis again.
In many ways, moving back to the USA is the worst decision we, as a family, have ever made (aside from the fact that my parents had three children because I think that that was the beginning of the end for them). I don't completely regret it because of all the wonderful people I was able to meet and befriend, none of whom I ever get to see anymore (no thanks to overwhelming stress and depression and a complete lack of money). However, I also had friends in Germany when I left. People I still miss, but since, in addition to the reasons why I don't see any of my American friends anymore, my German friends have more friends who they are much closer to elsewhere, I highly doubt that my absence was and still is much of loss to them. Thinking about this, I do believe that this also applies to my American friends though... It just seems to be easier to stay physically present in the lives of, well, at least some of my American friends. In addition to that, I could have gotten my degree for a lot less money in Germany than here, and I believe it would have been easier as well, especially considering that I lived and could have studied in Heidelberg, which is known for its medicine and language studies. I would have also been skinnier and healthier. Healthcare would have cost less. I could have had more of a social life and been more independent. I probably could have also had a job by now (who knows with that one though...).
Anyway, enough with the rambling and venting. All that is left to say is that I'm done playing nice, I've been done being way too damn patient for quite some time now, and that with the way my life is going, death will ultimately be an improvement to my life and welcome reprieve to me in general, so the sooner it shows up, the better.
And if you didn't like this post, just remember that nobody forced you to read this.
At this point in my life, actively trying to end my life is too exhausting anyway. However, I won't be doing anything to stop my death either (sounds weird, but you spend some time living my life and then you can come back and talk to me about how it went for you...who knows, maybe you're able to live my life better than I currently am).
I am currently living in a house filled mostly with people who aren't aware of and don't even care how their actions and feelings affect everyone else. Everyone else gets mad at me when I point out the bull**** that goes on in this house, but then I'm also supposed to be happy all the time. I was raised to speak my mind and be honest, but nobody likes it when that happens. However, people like it even less when I don't say anything or lie. So, here's my solution: Give me a script because I am a great actress. I am great at portraying other people, but I obviously suck at being me.
I can see why people get drunk or drugged up because right now, those two seem to be very viable options, and they're looking better with each passing minute in this hellhole.
My brother's a whiny bitch and drama queen, who's way too damn lucky for his own good. My sister, even though she has matured quite a bit, can't decide whether she wants to be nice or bitchy, and she was like this before she managed to get knocked up. My sister's boyfriend is also a bitch, who thinks this is his house, wastes my sister's gas and money, is disrespectful (particularly towards women), and thinks he can get in a pissing contest with me just because we're the same age. As for my dad, oh my dear sweet dad...it seemed that he was finally able to mellow out, until recently that is. He very recently fell back on a very bad habit by threatening to move back to Texas. Why? Supposedly because he hates this house (I'm guessing it's more that he hates the people in this house, but he would NEVER admit to that) and because he was angry about how the house is or is not cleaned up. For once though, I wasn't there when this happened (I was in Chinese class at the time), which is weird because if you ask the majority of the people in this house, I am at fault for everyone's problems. Here's the issue: As much as my dad thinks he cleans up, he does more complaining about it.
Since at least three people have threatened to move out, here's what I have to say: Move the hell out! Stop talking about it and do it. If you supposedly earn so much money that you can afford to threaten people with moving out then you do it. This applies particularly to my siblings. Now, as for my dad, you're not a damn kid. You're a father of four (even though you only had to raise three), you're married, so you can't afford to just get up and leave, and even less to talk about such things.
As for me, I would love to move out since that seems to be my only chance at what is considered to be happiness. Personally, I wouldn't know what happiness is, even if it slapped me across the face. However, I'm incapable of finding and landing a job, which means I'm not making any money, so I can't afford to move. Heck, I can't even threaten people with a move. So, if anyone has a legitimate job for me, please let me know. If you have any other solutions, please let me know.
The only person who isn't currently driving me insane is my mother. She has always been the patient and understanding one, and now she is also at her breaking point, which is kinda sad because it took her a lot longer to get there than it took me. I feel bad for her because she has to suffer through all of this. I'm sure that if she knew 100% that she could get another decent job (or a job period) in Germany, she would just move back there. I'm sure my Oma would enjoy getting to see my mother on a regular basis again.
In many ways, moving back to the USA is the worst decision we, as a family, have ever made (aside from the fact that my parents had three children because I think that that was the beginning of the end for them). I don't completely regret it because of all the wonderful people I was able to meet and befriend, none of whom I ever get to see anymore (no thanks to overwhelming stress and depression and a complete lack of money). However, I also had friends in Germany when I left. People I still miss, but since, in addition to the reasons why I don't see any of my American friends anymore, my German friends have more friends who they are much closer to elsewhere, I highly doubt that my absence was and still is much of loss to them. Thinking about this, I do believe that this also applies to my American friends though... It just seems to be easier to stay physically present in the lives of, well, at least some of my American friends. In addition to that, I could have gotten my degree for a lot less money in Germany than here, and I believe it would have been easier as well, especially considering that I lived and could have studied in Heidelberg, which is known for its medicine and language studies. I would have also been skinnier and healthier. Healthcare would have cost less. I could have had more of a social life and been more independent. I probably could have also had a job by now (who knows with that one though...).
Anyway, enough with the rambling and venting. All that is left to say is that I'm done playing nice, I've been done being way too damn patient for quite some time now, and that with the way my life is going, death will ultimately be an improvement to my life and welcome reprieve to me in general, so the sooner it shows up, the better.
And if you didn't like this post, just remember that nobody forced you to read this.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Lessons in Friendship (Part One)
As some of you might have guessed, this entry is about friendship. Hence the title. Anyway, the two main players of this episode are my oh-so-illustrious brother, and one of his "friends."
Here's the situation: This particular "friend" lives in Watertown. I'm not sure where it is located in the QCA, nor do I really care, but supposedly this guy bought a $350 bicycle, and decided to loan it to my brother. Now, the bike has been stolen, and this "friend" is threatening my brother and wants his money back.
First off, this guy is a complete moron for spending $350 on a bicycle that only looks like it's worth maybe $100 (I was told that he spray-painted it and that it is supposedly a "rare" bike), especially since he lives in a part of the QCA like Watertown (he does have a lock on his garage...like that's ever stopped anyone before). Secondly, if he really did spend $350 on a damn bike, which I still find hard to believe, he shouldn't have been so incredibly stupid and lent it to my brother. I wouldn't have lent such an expensive bike to my brother.
This incident gets me thinking that today's youth has no clue what actual friendship is. You should be able to trust your friends. You shouldn't abuse the title of "friend."
Have I lost things my friends have given me? Yes, but I've also told them that I lost them, and I still feel bad about those times (not as bad as I did in those exact moments though).
You should be able to eventually work through these issues with your friends, not threaten to beat them up and risk going to jail over them.
However, I'm also not surprised that this happened to my brother. My siblings have this knack for becoming friends with people who aren't really friends. Like with so many other people, their fear of being alone wins out over the instinct to protect themselves from abusive and shady people. I'm the opposite in that area. I'm so used to being a loner, and I've been stabbed in the back so many times, that I would much rather be alone than be a victim to other people. This doesn't mean that I never take risks, I'm just very cautious. I will say though that my sister has gotten a bit better at distancing herself from some of her "friends," so that is somewhat of a silver lining.
Some of you might be wondering why I am writing this stuff down. Well, my siblings don't necessarily get these lessons through their thick skulls, so instead of yelling at them, this is my way of venting. I am also hoping that maybe, by some stroke of randomness, someone will read this and take stock of his/her own life and be able to learn something from this (hopefully before it is too late). No, I don't think that I am better than you people. In fact, I am one of the first people to say that I'm not.
Just remember: Not all friends are bad friends, but not everyone who claims to be a friend is really a friend. Be aware of this without shutting yourself off from the world completely, and you should do just fine.
Lots of love,
Bettina
Here's the situation: This particular "friend" lives in Watertown. I'm not sure where it is located in the QCA, nor do I really care, but supposedly this guy bought a $350 bicycle, and decided to loan it to my brother. Now, the bike has been stolen, and this "friend" is threatening my brother and wants his money back.
First off, this guy is a complete moron for spending $350 on a bicycle that only looks like it's worth maybe $100 (I was told that he spray-painted it and that it is supposedly a "rare" bike), especially since he lives in a part of the QCA like Watertown (he does have a lock on his garage...like that's ever stopped anyone before). Secondly, if he really did spend $350 on a damn bike, which I still find hard to believe, he shouldn't have been so incredibly stupid and lent it to my brother. I wouldn't have lent such an expensive bike to my brother.
This incident gets me thinking that today's youth has no clue what actual friendship is. You should be able to trust your friends. You shouldn't abuse the title of "friend."
Have I lost things my friends have given me? Yes, but I've also told them that I lost them, and I still feel bad about those times (not as bad as I did in those exact moments though).
You should be able to eventually work through these issues with your friends, not threaten to beat them up and risk going to jail over them.
However, I'm also not surprised that this happened to my brother. My siblings have this knack for becoming friends with people who aren't really friends. Like with so many other people, their fear of being alone wins out over the instinct to protect themselves from abusive and shady people. I'm the opposite in that area. I'm so used to being a loner, and I've been stabbed in the back so many times, that I would much rather be alone than be a victim to other people. This doesn't mean that I never take risks, I'm just very cautious. I will say though that my sister has gotten a bit better at distancing herself from some of her "friends," so that is somewhat of a silver lining.
Some of you might be wondering why I am writing this stuff down. Well, my siblings don't necessarily get these lessons through their thick skulls, so instead of yelling at them, this is my way of venting. I am also hoping that maybe, by some stroke of randomness, someone will read this and take stock of his/her own life and be able to learn something from this (hopefully before it is too late). No, I don't think that I am better than you people. In fact, I am one of the first people to say that I'm not.
Just remember: Not all friends are bad friends, but not everyone who claims to be a friend is really a friend. Be aware of this without shutting yourself off from the world completely, and you should do just fine.
Lots of love,
Bettina
Saturday, December 12, 2009
It's about time...
...that I write another post.
It's been over a year since my last post, so I am quite embarrassed and ashamed. I still haven't gotten around to typing up the posts I said I was going to type, but they also haven't been forgotten. Hopefully, they will be up on this blog before I die. Hopefully.
So, what's new in my life? I am a college graduate, without a job, without a social life, and without a significant other. Well, at least I've finally managed to graduate from college.
As much as I would like to type a longer post, considering that it is shortly after two in the morning, I might wind up mentioning stuff that I would not necessarily want to reveal at this time and in a less than clear state of mind. I usually prefer to be in a more sober state of mind to do some storytelling.
Well, I hope all is well with everyone.
Take care (as always)!
It's been over a year since my last post, so I am quite embarrassed and ashamed. I still haven't gotten around to typing up the posts I said I was going to type, but they also haven't been forgotten. Hopefully, they will be up on this blog before I die. Hopefully.
So, what's new in my life? I am a college graduate, without a job, without a social life, and without a significant other. Well, at least I've finally managed to graduate from college.
As much as I would like to type a longer post, considering that it is shortly after two in the morning, I might wind up mentioning stuff that I would not necessarily want to reveal at this time and in a less than clear state of mind. I usually prefer to be in a more sober state of mind to do some storytelling.
Well, I hope all is well with everyone.
Take care (as always)!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Something's been on my mind lately...
...and I guess I just want to kick this out in the open.
I'm kinda irked by people asking me why I take so much damn medication. The main reason this gets to me is because the question implies that I have a choice in the matter. Granted, I could always say "Screw it" and just stop taking medication, but then my body would probably kill me faster than it already is.
So, here is what I am taking and why:
1) Synthroid - My thyroid glands aren't working as quickly as they should be, and considering that pretty much all of the human body depends on these glands, I need to be on this for the rest of life. Unfortunately, my doctor doesn't want to get sued, so I am only given enough for my body to function on a minimally "normal" level.
2) Paxil - Ah yes, without this medication, I would be suffering from a nervous breakdown at least once a week. Paxil allows me to live a somewhat "normal" life without feeling the need to be overly self-destructive and, dare I say it, suicidal.
3) Yaz - Honestly, I'm not completely sure being on this medication is worth it. The pros are that I am not completely fatigued and in labor-worthy levels of pain during my period. The cons are that the pain actually gets spread out, so it doesn't really go away, and that I still get ovarian cysts (which also hurts). Other than that, I don't have sex anyways...so I constantly forget why I'm taking Yaz.
4) Ibuprofen - I can live with a tremendous amount of pain. In fact, I find pain to be quite motivating most of the time. However, when you feel like sticking a knife in the side of your face because the pain in your jaw joint and ear area is so damn great, which I've been told supposedly isn't an option, then you need to do something else about it. So, I take ibuprofen. Usually, I need about 600 mg to ease the pain, but sometimes I do need to take more.
5) Acetaminophen - I only take this for headaches, which have been cropping up a lot lately... For my average headache, I need about 1 g of acetaminophen, which I think is bordering on excessive, considering that the labels suggest taking only 400 mg. And let's not even talk about how much I had to take last night to make the pain go away (1.6 g).
As for other meds, I occasionally take Benadryl for the random allergic episodes I go through.
It may seem like a lot to some people, but I have my reasons for taking all of them (including Yaz). If everything went according to me, I would not be taking anything. I can't stand taking medication...and I have my reasons for that attitude as well, which I will not be getting into in this post.
I'm sorry if I have made anyone upset or uncomfortable writing about medications, but it's just been on my mind quite a bit for the past few days.
Anyway, I'm still catching up on a few things, so it might be a while until my next post. Something I am still working on is a smoking hot review of Rabbit Rue, which I promise will be posted before the end of the year. I know I'm really reaching for the stars with that deadline...
As always, ki o tsukete ne,
Bettina
I'm kinda irked by people asking me why I take so much damn medication. The main reason this gets to me is because the question implies that I have a choice in the matter. Granted, I could always say "Screw it" and just stop taking medication, but then my body would probably kill me faster than it already is.
So, here is what I am taking and why:
1) Synthroid - My thyroid glands aren't working as quickly as they should be, and considering that pretty much all of the human body depends on these glands, I need to be on this for the rest of life. Unfortunately, my doctor doesn't want to get sued, so I am only given enough for my body to function on a minimally "normal" level.
2) Paxil - Ah yes, without this medication, I would be suffering from a nervous breakdown at least once a week. Paxil allows me to live a somewhat "normal" life without feeling the need to be overly self-destructive and, dare I say it, suicidal.
3) Yaz - Honestly, I'm not completely sure being on this medication is worth it. The pros are that I am not completely fatigued and in labor-worthy levels of pain during my period. The cons are that the pain actually gets spread out, so it doesn't really go away, and that I still get ovarian cysts (which also hurts). Other than that, I don't have sex anyways...so I constantly forget why I'm taking Yaz.
4) Ibuprofen - I can live with a tremendous amount of pain. In fact, I find pain to be quite motivating most of the time. However, when you feel like sticking a knife in the side of your face because the pain in your jaw joint and ear area is so damn great, which I've been told supposedly isn't an option, then you need to do something else about it. So, I take ibuprofen. Usually, I need about 600 mg to ease the pain, but sometimes I do need to take more.
5) Acetaminophen - I only take this for headaches, which have been cropping up a lot lately... For my average headache, I need about 1 g of acetaminophen, which I think is bordering on excessive, considering that the labels suggest taking only 400 mg. And let's not even talk about how much I had to take last night to make the pain go away (1.6 g).
As for other meds, I occasionally take Benadryl for the random allergic episodes I go through.
It may seem like a lot to some people, but I have my reasons for taking all of them (including Yaz). If everything went according to me, I would not be taking anything. I can't stand taking medication...and I have my reasons for that attitude as well, which I will not be getting into in this post.
I'm sorry if I have made anyone upset or uncomfortable writing about medications, but it's just been on my mind quite a bit for the past few days.
Anyway, I'm still catching up on a few things, so it might be a while until my next post. Something I am still working on is a smoking hot review of Rabbit Rue, which I promise will be posted before the end of the year. I know I'm really reaching for the stars with that deadline...
As always, ki o tsukete ne,
Bettina
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Not much to say
At least for now, I won't be writing about much.
All I'm going to do is post a few music videos. Why? Well, I can't seem to get these songs out of my head, so I thought I'd share some of the fun. Honestly, at first I didn't want to like these songs, but I like more beat-driven music, and these songs are (I'll tell you in a later post why I initially didn't want to like them). Anyway, I'm sure that at least some of you will appreciate watching the women in these videos.
So, enjoy!
1) Girlicious - Like Me
2) Girlicious - Stupid Shit
All I'm going to do is post a few music videos. Why? Well, I can't seem to get these songs out of my head, so I thought I'd share some of the fun. Honestly, at first I didn't want to like these songs, but I like more beat-driven music, and these songs are (I'll tell you in a later post why I initially didn't want to like them). Anyway, I'm sure that at least some of you will appreciate watching the women in these videos.
So, enjoy!
1) Girlicious - Like Me
2) Girlicious - Stupid Shit
Friday, March 07, 2008
It's been too long
Well, the last time I typed a post was shortly after the end of the fall semester and right before I fell into another massive black hole, provided by the depression of none other than Yours Truly. Thank you, I'm simply talented like that.
Sorry, Shaun baby, I still haven't typed up a review of Rabbit Rue, but I promise I will, and yes, it will still be posted this year.
I am just now starting to slowly come out of this depressive episode, so stay with me people.
What else is going on? I am currently on academic probation, which is mostly due to the fact that, after so many years of being depressed and being proud that hardly anyone knew because it hadn't effected my academic life, everything just went horribly wrong. I missed lots of classes, most professors have an attendance policy, exams are based largely on lectures, and therefore, I didn't get too many good grades.
Anyway, I'm working on tying up those loose ends now, which doesn't really help with the depression and anxiety, but it has to be done.
There are other things that need to be talked about, but I don't have enough energy to formulate those properly.
I just wanted everyone to know that I am still around, kinda.
Until next time...Curate!
Sorry, Shaun baby, I still haven't typed up a review of Rabbit Rue, but I promise I will, and yes, it will still be posted this year.
I am just now starting to slowly come out of this depressive episode, so stay with me people.
What else is going on? I am currently on academic probation, which is mostly due to the fact that, after so many years of being depressed and being proud that hardly anyone knew because it hadn't effected my academic life, everything just went horribly wrong. I missed lots of classes, most professors have an attendance policy, exams are based largely on lectures, and therefore, I didn't get too many good grades.
Anyway, I'm working on tying up those loose ends now, which doesn't really help with the depression and anxiety, but it has to be done.
There are other things that need to be talked about, but I don't have enough energy to formulate those properly.
I just wanted everyone to know that I am still around, kinda.
Until next time...Curate!
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