I decided to switch up and get a new place to blog. I still like Xanga and may make posts there randomly, but it has grown boring. Nobody really actively blogs there anymore like they used to, myself included, so I've just decided to move on. I think this will give me motivation to begin preserving my thoughts again. We'll see, time will tell.
Thanksgiving was okay. I wasn't really impressed with my work schedule on the days surrounding the holiday, so I didn't really get to spend too much time with the family. On Wednesday, I got off work at 9pm and it was rainin like a bitch, so I decided I didn't wanna hit the interstate. I went home and if I remember correctly, just chilled in the apartment for the night. Thursday morning, I woke up and my woman tried to tell me I shouldn't wear sweat pants home for my family dinner...but I decided to do it anyway. It was the holiday and I wanted to relax and I wanted to be comfortable. I was not trying to impress anybody...it was just my aunts, uncle, and a handful of cousins. I got dressed and left the house. Got some coffee and a donut, filled the gas tank, and hit the road. I got to my uncle's house and noticed a homeless family sitting on the steps of the church across the street. The man seriously had on a wife beater and it was not warm out there. I felt bad and felt stupid that the biggest dilemma of my day had been whether or not I was going to wear sweat pants when this couple had probably been scrambling around trying to find dinner and possibly a coat. Anyway, dinner was good...I made the deviled eggs. They were on point. It was fun spending time with my people. My little cousins crack me up. I feel really old though...it hit me when I realized that I have some cousins that I remember their very first Thanksgiving and they are in high school now. It's crazy. My mother and I didn't argue, but we were on the verge. She's just not happy unless she's telling me to do something. There was about 6 women in the kitchen doing the dishes, but she would not shut up until I went in there and helped out. I dried off exactly 2 pans. It was so stupid. Then she waited until there was one pan left in the sink and was like, "here Erika, take over for me and wash up this last dish." I just looked at her....she really couldn't just wash that last dish?? And to top it all off, it was the mashed potato pot, so it was extra disgusting. Then when I was leaving, she waited until I had hugged everyone, had my keys in my hand, and had my hand on the doorknob to leave and was like, "carry my dishes to my car for me please." I looked at my brother, at all my teenage cousins, and all my grown cousins...they were all kicked back, shoes off, finishing up dessert. She had 5 pans...why could they not carry them?? Better yet, why couldn't she carry them herself?? And why did they have to get put in her car right at that very moment? I just carried them out there and wouldn't look at her and she talked to the back of my head. She just gets on my last nerve. I really feel like she's just not happy until she has made me do something. And my dad's people had dinner on the Wednesday before...and my aunt had to invite me. If it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't have even known about it because my dad sure didn't call me. I didn't go because I was working, but still. And then he didn't call me all day on Thursday and I didn't call him either. Maybe I should have, but I see it as a 2-way street. It's not up to me and my brother to always be the one intitiating contact with him. We're all grown, but he's the parent. It just annoys me. I know the Bible says to honor your mother and your father, but dammit if it ain't tough sometimes. I think it's one of the hardest things to do, honestly. Anyway, I got back in town on Thursday night and came to my apartment and put on jeans and went to the Colts bar to watch the game. It was good to see the Colts playing like their old selves again...team is still highly injured and some plays could've been tightened up, but they got their act together 2nd half, so I was proud to say I was a Colts fan again. Seven beers later, I drove myself home while talking to my girlfriend on the phone, laughing hysterically and acting crazy about everything. I got home and laid in the bed and talked to her until 1am when she insisted that it was quiet time and we had to go to sleep. She was right because I had to be at work at 5am.
I had to get up at 3:30 on Friday morning in order to be showered and at work at 5am. I got there and there was a line wrapped halfway around the building..people had started lining up when I had woken up. Absolutely ridiculous. Sam's Club was selling a bundle pack of the Wii...it had the game system, 3 games, 3 nunchuks, and 3 remotes. We had 48 of them in stock and we sold them within ten minutes of the doors being opened. So crazy. In all 8.5 hours I was there, I only did 3 photo orders. I spent more time trying to evade management. It was absolutely pointless for me to be there. I got off work and came home and passed the hell out for several hours. I got up and chilled for awhile, then went to Starbucks with Lindsey and sat and talked with her for awhile. Then I came home and had a good conversation with my woman about whether or not women and men can just be friends without one party having either a romantic or a sexual interest in the other. It's a good topic. I think that it's possible. She believes that in 95% of friendships between a straight man and a straight woman, at least one party wants more than just a friendship out of it. I can see her reasoning. She's probably right. But there are other dimensions to that as well. That would also mean that gay men can't just be friends with other gay men without one of them hoping for something else besides just friendship. Same for lesbians. But where does that leave bisexuals...incapable of pure friendship with anybody??! Maybe something is wrong with me for not seeing this earlier. Maybe I'm oblivious to it or something...but I am almost positive that none of my gay girlfriends want me as anything more than what they already have me as, and that's a friend. But I guess Shanee is right because it seems like EVERYBODY I talk to on a daily basis is always thinkin somebody likes them. "Well, he just kinda seems like he likes me or somethin." "I didn't want to hurt her feelings because I know she kinda likes me a lil bit." Am I wrong for always thinking in the back of my mind that these people are somewhat full of themselves?? I have some friends that swear up and down that every guy they talk to likes them. I doubt it, forreal. But maybe, in actuality, there is truth to what they are saying. It's a confusing topic. And as the girlfriend of a bisexual person, what am I supposed to think of all her friends now, if she herself doesn't think that people can just be friends??! I trust her and know she wouldn't waste what we have over a "friend" who might be interested in her, but I don't trust other people any further than I can throw them. And I know that I am not the only one who feels that way...another friend of mine, both her boyfriend and her girlfriend (yeah, you read that correctly, lol) have asked her in the past if she likes me. A gay chick and a bisexual chick spending the afternoon together having lunch, then coffee is apparently enough to raise eyebrows and call our intentions into question. In my defense, my girlfriend openly tells me which of her friends likes her and which of her friends she hasn't always just been friends with, so I feel I have a valid reason to feel some type of way about it. I'm not just trippin out over some perceived jealousy. But my FRIEND (lol) and I honestly are not interested in one another by any means and her man and her woman both asked her about it. They just deduced it from the theory that two people of the same gender who like the same gender can't just be friends. I guess it's an annoying concept, but a valid one. Please comment and leave me some extra insight on this!!!
I worked today at 1:30. It was a pretty busy shift. My knees started hurting and shit and I didn't stop moving not once. Just a bunch of crazy members again. My manager and I concluded that I must have a sign on my head that says "all stupid people come talk to me" because today I was asked where the cheese and sour cream is located and I told her "over in the dairy products." She looked me dead in the eye and said, "what do you mean by dairy products?" I am absolutely floored when people ask me stuff like this. I said, "milk!" and she walked away. Another person asked me where the transformer action figures were. Why would somebody stop and ask that?? Just take your ass to the toy section!! Aside from that, people were their usual impatient, insatiable selves. The photo center services are so cheap, I don't see how anybody could ever really complain about it. For what you're paying, you really can't be mad if it takes 4 days instead of 3. And back to people being stupid, the week of a holiday, things don't always run as they typically do, so to stand and rant for 10 minutes about why your $3 packet of pictures took an extra day to be ready for pick-up is just downright petty to me. You only paid $3!!! Get over it!! It wasn't expensive! Don't argue about it! And when I tell people that greeting cards have a 24-hour turnaround time, but I'll go ahead and do it in an hour, where the hell do they get off coming back in 20 minutes asking how much longer it will take?? I am already doing their ass a favor, why are they trying to rush me?? You really can't give people inches, because they begin demanding miles. I laughed today because some woman apparently told my coworker that if I don't find her memory card that she left in the digital kiosk, I was going to be coming up out of my pocket and buying her another one. Chea right!!! I really have to go to grad school soon so that I can get the hell away from retail.
Anybody that knows me on a personal basis and talks to me often knows that I am easily irritated by people's behavior. But why do people call immediately after me sending a text? Don't they think that if I wanted to talk to them directly, I would have just called them? I sent a text because I want a text back. Who said I was available to talk? When I'm working or already hanging out with somebody, I can't just get on the phone, it's either not allowed or it's rude. Or if I'm just looking for quick answers, I don't want to go through all the cordial shit and make small talk just to get what I'm after. Text messaging is a really efficient way to sift through all the bullshit that takes place on the phone. And it's no secret that some people are just not fun to talk to on the phone. Talking only about themselves or interrupting constantly are traits that make me really not want to talk to someone on the phone, but if I have a question for that person, a text is a quick and easy way to avoid conversation with them. But they seem to be the main ones that just call you up as soon as you send a text. It just annoys me when people do that.
Well, I had to wear my coat for the first time this season. It is officially time for me to turn into a house negro. Once I'm in the house, that's it, I'm not coming back out, it's too cold. Social activities will decline and I will be more interested in reading books. I feel like such a lame during the winter, but I just can't bring myself to really be out and about.
Finito.
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