More Random musings...
So, why is it that the moment the weather changes for the worse, people suddenly lose the ability to drive? I had to go up to Park City today to help with the set for the upcoming show at the Egyptian, and spent at least a third of the drive behind some moron who wasn't even doing the speed limit...and that was in the fast lane...
I ran into an old almost-flame tonight...hadn't heard anything from her since last November. I was surprised how fast a lot of those old feelings came back to just beneath the surface for me...I mean, this is a girl I quit calling because I believe relationships are supposed to be give-and-take, but I was seeing an awful lot of take and not much give from her end...finally just got to the point where I figured it wasn't worth even trying any more. We were never actually dating (as I told people, claiming to date someone typically involves having gone on dates--something for which she never had time).
I'm not one to carry a grudge, and I also believe people can change...and it's entirely possible that such thoughts are needless because even though we talked, that's no guarantee that it will ever happen again (she said she'd come see me at the park during Frightmares...I suppose, if that happens, then I'll start wondering...) But at what point do you start telling yourself, "Uh-uh...been down that road before and didn't like the potholes..."?
The truly ironic thing is, this happened just a couple of days after I started exchanging emails with a woman who seems quite taken with me (thus far). Given my track record, that's almost enough to make me gun-shy right there...because it seems that every eligible woman that had the nerve to show open interest in me, romantically, has had some serious emotional issues she was (or, more often, was NOT) dealing with. Thus far, no signs of similar symptoms...but I'm taking it slow, just in case (and if you read this, Deb, please don't get freaked out on me about writing here...look at it as a free peek behind my mask, something not very many people get.)
But it always does seem to be feast or famine for me, socially...I never meet just one girl, I always meet four or five within days of each other...and being an old-fashioned gent at heart (it's part of that geek thing I so proudly display from time to time), I feel really bad dating ALL of them...and by the time I decide which one I really want to devote my heart to, they've all met someone else and I'm left alone again. That, or else I meet married/engaged women who tell me how they'd love to date me...if they were still unattached. Bad timing--the story of my social life.
The House of Representatives passed the ban on horse slaughter I mentioned in an earlier post. I'm still baffled that they would even think such legislation necessary...I mean, really...who does this help? The horses? Well, a select few, perhaps. It doesn't help any of the owners, it doesn't help the rendering plants that often processed laughter animals...it doesn't help any of the hundreds of wild horses the BLM rounds up each year yet cannot find homes for. Speaking as Joe Average, Horse Owner, it now means that if I find myself in a situation of financial hardship, where I've got to choose between feeding my horse or feeding myself, my horse is doomed to a slow, starvation death because my best option for a quick end has been banned. It also means that landfills will get a lot more horse corpses because it's no longer legal to put your horse down and then have a rendering company retrieve the carcass. And if you think it's heart-rending to put a horse down, try putting one down and then leaving it at the dump for burial in the trash. Believe me...it sucks.
Yeah...on THAT cheery note...it's been a long week, I'm not normally THIS solemn at this time of night. So I'm gonna go get some sleep. Peace out, all...
So, why is it that the moment the weather changes for the worse, people suddenly lose the ability to drive? I had to go up to Park City today to help with the set for the upcoming show at the Egyptian, and spent at least a third of the drive behind some moron who wasn't even doing the speed limit...and that was in the fast lane...
I ran into an old almost-flame tonight...hadn't heard anything from her since last November. I was surprised how fast a lot of those old feelings came back to just beneath the surface for me...I mean, this is a girl I quit calling because I believe relationships are supposed to be give-and-take, but I was seeing an awful lot of take and not much give from her end...finally just got to the point where I figured it wasn't worth even trying any more. We were never actually dating (as I told people, claiming to date someone typically involves having gone on dates--something for which she never had time).
I'm not one to carry a grudge, and I also believe people can change...and it's entirely possible that such thoughts are needless because even though we talked, that's no guarantee that it will ever happen again (she said she'd come see me at the park during Frightmares...I suppose, if that happens, then I'll start wondering...) But at what point do you start telling yourself, "Uh-uh...been down that road before and didn't like the potholes..."?
The truly ironic thing is, this happened just a couple of days after I started exchanging emails with a woman who seems quite taken with me (thus far). Given my track record, that's almost enough to make me gun-shy right there...because it seems that every eligible woman that had the nerve to show open interest in me, romantically, has had some serious emotional issues she was (or, more often, was NOT) dealing with. Thus far, no signs of similar symptoms...but I'm taking it slow, just in case (and if you read this, Deb, please don't get freaked out on me about writing here...look at it as a free peek behind my mask, something not very many people get.)
But it always does seem to be feast or famine for me, socially...I never meet just one girl, I always meet four or five within days of each other...and being an old-fashioned gent at heart (it's part of that geek thing I so proudly display from time to time), I feel really bad dating ALL of them...and by the time I decide which one I really want to devote my heart to, they've all met someone else and I'm left alone again. That, or else I meet married/engaged women who tell me how they'd love to date me...if they were still unattached. Bad timing--the story of my social life.
The House of Representatives passed the ban on horse slaughter I mentioned in an earlier post. I'm still baffled that they would even think such legislation necessary...I mean, really...who does this help? The horses? Well, a select few, perhaps. It doesn't help any of the owners, it doesn't help the rendering plants that often processed laughter animals...it doesn't help any of the hundreds of wild horses the BLM rounds up each year yet cannot find homes for. Speaking as Joe Average, Horse Owner, it now means that if I find myself in a situation of financial hardship, where I've got to choose between feeding my horse or feeding myself, my horse is doomed to a slow, starvation death because my best option for a quick end has been banned. It also means that landfills will get a lot more horse corpses because it's no longer legal to put your horse down and then have a rendering company retrieve the carcass. And if you think it's heart-rending to put a horse down, try putting one down and then leaving it at the dump for burial in the trash. Believe me...it sucks.
Yeah...on THAT cheery note...it's been a long week, I'm not normally THIS solemn at this time of night. So I'm gonna go get some sleep. Peace out, all...
posted by Curtis at 11:04 PM
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