Hell, I have been dinged up so much, that I am starting to think people confuse me for an old WW2 tank! I have thought people were full of shit for awhile, now. Almost every time I voice my opinion on social media, I have been told that it is MY fault, or that, I AM doing “something wrong” or some shit like that. I am becoming jaded to the point that I do not care, anymore. ALL THIS CANNOT BE MY FAULT!
all the sex appeal of a damn rock. Anyway, I’m glad I got rid of the con-artist! Something wasn’t right about her. Guess I’ll never put my finger on it, but that’s ok…my finances are more important…someone will come along.
but I had to cut someone off of my phone AND my Facebook! She wanted me to send her a 50 dollar Amazon card claiming that she would resell it to get money to come to me or some garbage or other….anyway, I smelled a rat…something wasn’t right…I do not know what it was, but something was not right. She also wanted me to get a different credit card (Chase Manhattan card). Uh, no….I do not have the word “fool” written on my face.
Swallowing pills is MUCH easier now! No longer do I drop them down my throat, then take water, I take them WITH water. Much easier!
Another year has almost passed, and I’m back where I started relationship-wise (well, almost , as I am quite satisfied with being single for now), I’ve gone back to church (not that I ever quit; I just got lazy), I am cleaning up around the house, I’m hoping to completely payoff my credit card soon, I’m planning to save money next year and buy more silver and gold, still taking my medications as I should, want to get back on a healthy diet with exercise (minus side of getting older), but…on the plus side of getting older, I care less about little shit now, but the big stuff STILL pisses me off! I don’t think of myself as “old” , or”seasoned” or any other of those “Politically Correct” (or “Pontificated Crap”, as Phil Robertson calls it – I like that term!) terms for old. I’m still strong as a horse, and dare anyone to say otherwise. I still have my smart-ass sense of humor and probably always will. I think I’m in a good place, now.
Very few things bother me now, a few things still do, but not many. The fact that I’m 45, and still single, is NOT one of them, thank God! I’ve finally gotten back to church; which feels good. I am still trying to help mom get rid of stuff around the house, un-clutter stuff, make things simpler, and easier. It is not going fast enough; it never does, I get lazy at times. I need to quit doing that, or I will never get all the junk out!
…because I have not needed to. The fact is, that I have grown disillusioned about even trying to date, anymore. I’m not bitching…I’m stating a simple fact. I think Joy’s kids had a lot to do with that. Besides, people are SO rude and into themselves now, that it is hard to find anyone decent now. I am starting to feel like Lot and The Lord with the story of Sodom and Gomorrah! I keep my profiles online (I have two), but I barely even check on them. I blame the times I live in, more than anything else. It has just gotten to be almost useless for me to have them, let alone check them. Again, I am not griping, I am just stating a fact.