And what did I learn today?
Well, I learned that if I was fifty pounds heavier I would be quite desirable by chubby chasers and if I was fifty pounds lighter I would be desirable by the neighbor down the street. And that if I was more blond I would be perfect for my daughter's best friends uncle. Now, if I should decide to die my hair back to the lovely shade of red I had a couple three years back and take off about twenty pounds, a woman I met today knows a guy who would find me delightful.
For shit sake! What the hell is wrong with the way I look now? They can all just stuff it! I'm so irritated I can't decide if I should gain weight, lose weight, excersise more, excercise less, die my hair, or shave my head! I just want to be left alone damn it! If anyone so much as mentions my single status I will HURT THEM.
Sorry. I am feeling a bit CRANKY! When I said this earlier to the woman with the friend who has the "red hair fetish" she asked me if I was just maybe going through a mood swing.
NO. I AM NOT. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me because I don't have a man. I don't need one. I function quite well all by myself. I know perfectly well how to take the garbage out, toss my dirty socks and underwear on the floor, and have no problem driving around lost, refusing to ask for directions. SO THERE! I even have a pathetic looking t-shirt and raggedy old tennis shoes that I refuse to throw away because they're comfortable.
Honestly, I must be missing something because way to many people are butting into my personal life. I appreciate the fact that they think I would make a wonderful...whatever...but don't fell like dating right now. I am happy doing my own thing. Which is writing, hanging out with my daughter, and listening to my music.
Sigh. I will fall in love again when I fall in love again. It could be years, it could be days, but I want to do it all by myself. Well. That sounded kind of funny.
LOL. Okay. I am done complaining. I feel better. Time to mellow out and get my music fix. This song outta' mellow me out.
Hooch
Who got the hooch
Who got the hooch
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
The working day was long
And the road is grinding on
And your body’s winding down again
The tribal fire’s here
And the circle speaks so near
And the simple truth so very much clearer
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Let’s get loose, loose, who got the hooch
The birds and bees will sing
The jams begin to ring
The good vibes flow from me to you
The evening turns to night
The fire and moonlight
The dance of all who came before
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Let’s get loose, loose, who got the hooch
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Till the water breaks you lose
who got the hooch
For shit sake! What the hell is wrong with the way I look now? They can all just stuff it! I'm so irritated I can't decide if I should gain weight, lose weight, excersise more, excercise less, die my hair, or shave my head! I just want to be left alone damn it! If anyone so much as mentions my single status I will HURT THEM.
Sorry. I am feeling a bit CRANKY! When I said this earlier to the woman with the friend who has the "red hair fetish" she asked me if I was just maybe going through a mood swing.
NO. I AM NOT. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me because I don't have a man. I don't need one. I function quite well all by myself. I know perfectly well how to take the garbage out, toss my dirty socks and underwear on the floor, and have no problem driving around lost, refusing to ask for directions. SO THERE! I even have a pathetic looking t-shirt and raggedy old tennis shoes that I refuse to throw away because they're comfortable.
Honestly, I must be missing something because way to many people are butting into my personal life. I appreciate the fact that they think I would make a wonderful...whatever...but don't fell like dating right now. I am happy doing my own thing. Which is writing, hanging out with my daughter, and listening to my music.
Sigh. I will fall in love again when I fall in love again. It could be years, it could be days, but I want to do it all by myself. Well. That sounded kind of funny.
LOL. Okay. I am done complaining. I feel better. Time to mellow out and get my music fix. This song outta' mellow me out.
Hooch
Who got the hooch
Who got the hooch
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
The working day was long
And the road is grinding on
And your body’s winding down again
The tribal fire’s here
And the circle speaks so near
And the simple truth so very much clearer
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Let’s get loose, loose, who got the hooch
The birds and bees will sing
The jams begin to ring
The good vibes flow from me to you
The evening turns to night
The fire and moonlight
The dance of all who came before
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Let’s get loose, loose, who got the hooch
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the hooch, baby
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Who got the love, who got the fresh-e-freshy
Who got the only sweetest thing in the world
Let’s get real, let’s get heavy
Till the water breaks the levee
Till the water breaks you lose
who got the hooch
posted by Liz at 12:15 AM
2 Comments:
It seems in some odd way that many people equate being in a couple of relationship with contentments or happiness.
When I think about this, being I guess in a paralell position to yourself as a single guy - and really think about it, there comes a point where it just does not make sense.
Surely the issue is, are you happy or contented? Not would you be if you were part of a partnership. The stark truth in my view, is that personal happiness has no definate relationship to your hitched or single status, but in the quality of your relationship to whatever state you happen to be in.
Thus you get unhappy people in relationships and happy people who are single and all the remaining combinations. Try to suggest to yourself or other suggesting to you that being with or without a man/women or whatever just somehow seems like a version of life served up like a young child's brightly coloured toy with big easy to understand bricks that fit together the way it shows on the big plastic box.
I guess, at the end of the day, because it is the way we are made biologically or spiritually or whatever, being part of a healthy couple is being and enjoying a big part of what it is to be a rounded, mature human being, but being part of a couple for the sake of making the building blocks do what the box says they should, is nothing more than a frankenstein version of that.
As you point out, you will feel for someone the way you need to - to be yourself and make sense as a person through parnership with another human being - when that is who you are and what you feel. At the moment it is not, so there is not issue, no question, nothing to say, other than you are who you are without the need to having someone else with whom to define yourself.
Anything else, everything else, is just not who you are at a particular time and place. All I can say is good for you!
Thanks Kev. I appreciate the support. It becomes frustrating trying to defend my preference for solitude. It is not that I truly wish to become old and gray all by myself but I truly feel that there should be other reason's for me wanting to have companionship. So many people are afraid of growing old alone and that is just so not right. I don't feel people consider the possibility that they may end up that way no matter what. People don't live forever.
And someday I will fall in love again. I know it. I am gracious person, albeit a bit frumpy when my space is invaded but that can be gotten around.
Again, appreciate the thumbs up!
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