Life Is My Pet Peeve

Also, people make me really anxious, then angry for paying attention to me and causing me anxiety. My next door neighbors: There are two neighbors in the middle section of the walkway and another at the very end. I've said this before and I will say it again. I'm not particular about about niceties and that I'm the one who has to concede to be considered a decent human. I hate things like that. My *preference* is to not talk to those with whom I have no desire to have a conversation. Why can't my preference be accepted without judgment? Jesus. Mary. And Joseph, too. However, that's a tangent. It started with the hoarder. When I realized she was a hoarder it pissed me off. She puts up decorations that inevitably block the walkway. She puts out a million flowers that fall over into the walkway beyond dead. Then, I saw her. First off, she's the scariest looking woman. Ever. She wears her nightgown and housecoat outside and has the deepes...

***edit: autocorrect will not let me live!*** When I was growing up, I was left to my own devices for a good part of the time. Not that I was alone, but I just wasn't included in a lot of things. My siblings are at least 4 years older than me. Anyway, as the youngest I didn't get a lot of tv time which is part of the reason I don't watch a lot of tv now. However, after everyone went to sleep, or tired of tv watching, I would watch music videos and Def Comedy Jam.  Oh, Def Comedy Jam. How I loved thee! Of course, this was before life experiences forced me into grinchhood. So, I was watching Def Comedy Jam having a grand ole time. I love nothing better than to laugh. (This is probably where my love of cussing came from, too.) That night, however, I must've been enjoying it at a volume a bit louder than normal. My grandfather overheard the jokes. My grandfather IMMEDIATELY yelled for my grandmother, "Mama! (She hated being called "mama.") Do ...

I'm about to tell you guys what I've learned from boys in my own history. I want to pass on my discoveries. Tangentially (already) I cannot transition to saying men and women. I have no idea why. Men are boys (dudes, guys) and Women are girls. Know that I don't mean to offend. I write in the same terms that I think. Anyway, I will start with 2 things I've learned because the explanations and questions I have take a little while to get through. I'm writing in absolutes, but I acknowledge that these are not the opinions of all men... I acknowledge, but kind of like in a not-real-life sort of way. Entonces. Uno They are not as dumb as we think they are by any stretch of the imagination. They have managed some pretty sophisticated reverse psychology on the world in their day, so 🎼 "don't you ever for a second get ta thinking..." How on earth does one explain 75% of women not orgasming from vaginal penetration and we still know women who are...

I am a grumpy grinch. I know this about myself and I really try to take the appropriate measures to avoid tainting other ppl's day. No need for me to yuck anyone else's yum, right? I'm a "what's good for the goose is good for the gander" type of gal. I can't take a lot of stupid shit. Neither from myself nor others. When I sat down to come up with topics to start out with, for this blog, I started making a list, but at one point, I was like, "I hate everything from the time I wake up until I drag this carcass to bed at night." I crossed out what I had written and just wrote "life" in black Sharpie across the list. I hate talking to ppl I don't want to talk to. I hate being alone, but definitely hate being around others. I hate pleasantries and I hate listening to boring stories about ppl's lives. I hate how unfair life is. I hate the Jedi mind tricks that society at large plays on the masses and how, we, the mas...

----updated---- I just realized the original title looked like I have a problem with trigger warnings which I do not. Sorry I'm so dimwitted. !!! Trigger Warning!!! !!! Trigger Warning!!! #Also, long-as-fuck warning. Bear with me, please.# As of the late, I have been using the common approach of sticking my head in the sand. The world is too big and too bad. To avoid crying in a dark corner even more than I normally do, I have checked out almost completely. I've gotten rid of all social media and have pretty much banned my best friend from talking about anything more pressing than spaghetti sauce. I know it's cowardly, but hey. What can I say. There are worse things I could be, at this point. I've gone back and forth about writing this, but now is the time. There will never be a good time. Let's talk about the taboo subject of rape. I've decided that as a survivor I should not feel ashamed because I didn't do the wrong thing and I shou...

Disclaimer: this post is gonna be pretty gross to some people. So, heads up before you go on... My vagina and I have had a strange couple of weeks. Last week, in particular. To start: Actually before I start with that let me give some back story. I am not acquainted with my vagina innards in, almost, any way. Anything I know is based in, just, guesstimations which are based upon a third party's vaginal canal excursions, okay? The pic below is what I imagined in my mind, essentially.  So, what I knew, before last week, is that I do have that *sometimes* elusive g-spot that some women have and some don't. Thank God for small favors because otherwise I would never let a man in there. Get on your knees to praise the Lord, you, lucky fellas, who are graced with the presence of my hairy vag. Also, while you're down there please, uh, you know. Do that thing I like... Thanks so much. Anyway, so I get super heavy periods. Ugh. Like, super-ugh. Anywa...

Have you ever realized that you were *different*, on such a random day, in such a random way, that you couldn’t believe you didn’t see it before? I have read hundreds, no, thousands, of books. Most of them involve some sort of romance. I’ve always read, “I wanted to know [this or that]” or “I want to know everything” about their special someone. I ask, almost every person I encounter, what he or she talks about with their significant other. I just can’t imagine talking to a man about that many things. The most anxiety-provoking thing in the beginning of the situation between The Narcoleptic and I was when he wanted to play Truth or Truth. Truth or Truth? What the fuck? I thought of approximately 3 questions and I’m almost positive I used his questions for me, in the inverse for him.  So, I read these books and listen to people around me, wanting to get to the crumbs of another human. I am not a sociopath and I am not a complete narcissist (not as far as I know), but I hon...