Deja Vu
(5:49AM)
There's something cool about a two day work week in that you can have a Monday and a Friday back to back and cut out all the junk in the middle, and it works for me. It was 3 below zero when I came in to work this morning, and for one person I know that that is like a cool spring day, but for me that's right down frigid. The word is that it's supposed to get up to thirty today, and that it means it will be the warmest it's been in about three weeks by my misguided calculations. I'm not a big Valentine's Day kind of guy for reasons I won't go into here, but for the past three or four years I have been more about just getting the little woman something so that she doesn't feel left out. It's kind of like buying your kids toys around Christmas time even if you don't actually celebrate the holiday so that way they don't catch a lot of guff at school from the other pre-pubescent monsters. I have made it a habit to buy her stuffed animals because unlike roses, they don't wilt and get tossed in the trash two days after it's over. This year I bought her a stuffed monkey with a heart on the front saying something like, "You hold the key to my heart." Then I had bought her a box of chocolate covered cherries and a coffee mug with stuff written on the outside and some more candy on the inside, the stuff that tells that significant other that you love and appreciate them, and what did I get in return? Absolutely nothing. I guess when it comes to needs I don't have any, but somebody could have fooled me. I could understand my love life going down the toilet when I'm sixty plus, but I'm not even fifty yet. I may as well be a fossil as far as she's concerned, and for that matter I probably am.
But I'm at work now, two days after the fact, two days after the pain, but I'm used to it, the pain that is. I've been dealing with it for a long time now, and what bothers me about that is that one day my heart will become so calloused by rejection that I just won't care at all, and any hope of renewing the inner passions I once felt so much will be totally gone, and that bites in a big way if I stop and think about it too much, and I usually do. And at this point I guess I'll go in search of some java to get myself jump started. Besides now is the time when bodies start to trickle in, and I'm a little on the sensitive side when it comes to blogging with eyes around. I'll try to add more to this as the day unfolds, or whatever it does. And I'm gone.
(2:14PM)
Bummer, I've only got a minute to blog. But I've only got forty-five more minutes and I'm out of here. It's only been a two day work week for me, and I don't even look forward to next week, but it is supposed to be warmer, so I guess there is a bright spot ahead in one respect, and it's back to the salt mines for me. And I'm gone.
(9:20PM)
I'm getting ready to call it a night, but I wanted to drop one more thing before I do, something that someone who reads this may find to have special meaning, because it does, but a person still has to keep it real, or as close to real as you can. And I'm gone.
thank you for loving me
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There's something cool about a two day work week in that you can have a Monday and a Friday back to back and cut out all the junk in the middle, and it works for me. It was 3 below zero when I came in to work this morning, and for one person I know that that is like a cool spring day, but for me that's right down frigid. The word is that it's supposed to get up to thirty today, and that it means it will be the warmest it's been in about three weeks by my misguided calculations. I'm not a big Valentine's Day kind of guy for reasons I won't go into here, but for the past three or four years I have been more about just getting the little woman something so that she doesn't feel left out. It's kind of like buying your kids toys around Christmas time even if you don't actually celebrate the holiday so that way they don't catch a lot of guff at school from the other pre-pubescent monsters. I have made it a habit to buy her stuffed animals because unlike roses, they don't wilt and get tossed in the trash two days after it's over. This year I bought her a stuffed monkey with a heart on the front saying something like, "You hold the key to my heart." Then I had bought her a box of chocolate covered cherries and a coffee mug with stuff written on the outside and some more candy on the inside, the stuff that tells that significant other that you love and appreciate them, and what did I get in return? Absolutely nothing. I guess when it comes to needs I don't have any, but somebody could have fooled me. I could understand my love life going down the toilet when I'm sixty plus, but I'm not even fifty yet. I may as well be a fossil as far as she's concerned, and for that matter I probably am.
But I'm at work now, two days after the fact, two days after the pain, but I'm used to it, the pain that is. I've been dealing with it for a long time now, and what bothers me about that is that one day my heart will become so calloused by rejection that I just won't care at all, and any hope of renewing the inner passions I once felt so much will be totally gone, and that bites in a big way if I stop and think about it too much, and I usually do. And at this point I guess I'll go in search of some java to get myself jump started. Besides now is the time when bodies start to trickle in, and I'm a little on the sensitive side when it comes to blogging with eyes around. I'll try to add more to this as the day unfolds, or whatever it does. And I'm gone.
(2:14PM)
Bummer, I've only got a minute to blog. But I've only got forty-five more minutes and I'm out of here. It's only been a two day work week for me, and I don't even look forward to next week, but it is supposed to be warmer, so I guess there is a bright spot ahead in one respect, and it's back to the salt mines for me. And I'm gone.
(9:20PM)
I'm getting ready to call it a night, but I wanted to drop one more thing before I do, something that someone who reads this may find to have special meaning, because it does, but a person still has to keep it real, or as close to real as you can. And I'm gone.
thank you for loving me
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