punch in the stomach
a compendium of ridiculous in the wide world of courting
so, been a while. things going on. i did a brutal honesty thing last night and told a fella to his face i don't want to be romantic with him. should i not have done that in person? should i have played along and then never returned a call or sheepishly sent an email? what is the intergrity-filled course of action?
i have long hated text messages, a passive form of communication (hmnn, is this that too? could be if anyone i wrote about knew of this blog, i guess). anyway, seems to me why text when a phone call will work? but i see its utility and i do it myself now sometimes.
so, i am the worst person to answer surveys, especially market research surveys. today some woman called and started asking questions before i realized what was happening. at one point, i wondered if i was even talking to a live person, so i asked. i was. but on and on about nuclear power. it is not an issue i follow. maybe i ought to. she'd read these long statements about a facility in nys and i'd have to say if i agree strongly or mildly or not at all and i lost concentration and felt like this whole thing is a big lie because i can't possibly offer any real opinion based on a statement read to me over the phone by someone whose voice sounds like it's computer-generated. and it seemed to go on and on and on. finally i said i didn't want to finish the survey, that i had other things to do, that my answers were in any case lies and random because i don't know enough about indian point nuclear facility to hear her statements and make responsible answers. she was a bit annoyed, i think, that we had gotten this far. and i understand she is just a market research telephone lady. but still, i hung up.
on account of his fast-twitch google reading and he caught me having deleted a post today and i deleted it because i explained i am trying to look inward. hey! i started yoga! i dig it. i dig focusing on a single thing like is my knee aligned with my ankle while i reach heavenward with one arm and try to make sure my back is parallel to the wall.
long time, no blog. that's okay. not much to say. tonight i struck up a conversation with a guy named juan who works as a busboy at a middle eastern joint near my house that i favor. i don't go very frequently because i am trying not to eat out but i got home late, i was hungry, and there is no food in my house. so i got a sandwich to go. i used to go to this joint quite a lot. then i fairly o-d'ed on lamb sandwiches with lots of pickles. and everything in proximity to that possibility also repelled me. but tonight the mood struck.