No FOMO. At least I got one absurd day in before I got sick. Well technically 2 if you count Wednesday. But crazy Time Warp nights are starting to blend together on this side of the Mason Dixon. I am finding my groove here and it’s bothering me. It’s like dating the fun guy. You know it’s going nowhere, but it’s nice to fill the time and be able to have a tickle fight and argue about flowy shirts unbuttoned to the navel. But in the end you long for more. But you start to think this isn’t so bad, why can’t I just be happy with this. Fuck if I know. Did that have a point? I think the dehydration is setting in from puking for 20hrs. I’m going to get to the bottom of the Sheepsquatch and read way more of this Canadian Rock Wikipedia page than I should.
Hey Erin what’s it like dating sociopaths you ask. Funny you ask, shitty. Yup that’s the answer to that. You can’t project and give people depth apparently but you sure can fool yourself amazingly into believing it’s there. New Lesson: It’s not, don’t.
Gifts given by me this year - Took dad to Handel’s Messiah
Gifts given to me this year - robe, a few nerd games, scarf
What I really got was an actual happy big family Christmas filled with no questions about the direction of my life or tattoos. Told I looked nice, my job sounded awesome, and how witty I was. A few crazy murder intrigue stories and a small loud child’s head getting stuck in the railing. Generally it’s was just good to feel like you’ve finally grown up to the point where you appreciate those around you. I was probably a little late to the game, but better than to never show up at all. I could offer real advice though most of it taken from Dragnet episodes and be a shoulder to lean on. To grow into ones skin comfortably is an experience I never thought I would have. So pretty much as perfect and ideal as I expect a family based holiday in a weird atheist house to be. I am very fortunate to have such wonderful people around
I will not be losing the life I know ever again. I’m also into whatever this globular piece of crap is.
My mom’s ideas amaze me sometimes. I was excited to hang out with this group of smart, very nerdy, very similar to me, mostly lesbian group of ladies I met. I was telling my mom just throwing that into the story not thinking it would be noticed or get a reaction. My mom is like Erin, you know I’ve heard you talk about your want for a significant other I don’t think this will help you. Well one wanting a cool dude to share my life with is a “want” not a goal in life. 1. I’m not actively or working towards this and if I was it would be a pretty fucking depressing pool I’m looking at. 2. I don’t think hetero men run from lesbians perhaps they even partake in these cool activities with us. Especially the very as close to not hetero as a straight man can get men that I date. My mom has really seemed concerned about this and keeps bringing it up. It needs to stop, like yesterday. Having my parents in my dating/sex life is beyond annoying. I thought oversharing would work in stopping this, but my mom is started to become use to it!!! WTF. I have no ideas on how to fix this. Dear Prudence??