Sometimes in life it seems that we forget who we are. Or more importantly, what we want. How long has it been since you had a goal, that you really strived for? Something that completely consumed you, made you want it more than anything else. That one thing that you could/can't seem to ever get over. For those of us that are single that goal usually seems to be love, companionship, someone to help with the burdens of life or maybe just be there to lend their support. I am speaking about goals for the present. What do you want to accomplish today? Did you? Post a comment, I'm takin a poll!
Someone told me that I should start a "dear abby" column for single women in the area. Huh? But it does seem odd that I am the "friend" to every single woman who is not looking for a partner or companion, just a friend, a listening ear, someone to bounce life's problems off of. And clearly, I seem to fit the bill. Why me? I don't know, other than I don't like to interrupt someone while they are talking. I do it occasionally when I feel I have something more pressing to say than what they are saying, but I try not to. If I were to start my own column, I would call it, "Dear Jizr" and have people tell me their sob stories and problems and I would reply to them. I would probably also post these ramblings on my web site for all to view and of course make it "anonymous". Thing is, I get no money for it, no gratification, no goals being satisfied from the column. That seems a little retarded to me. I don't want more friends, I have enough. And a problem with people I just met being all like, "blah blah blah, and let me tell you this" uh, excuse me, I just said "hi, how are you" I kinda expected to hear "fine" and then expected you to shut the hell up. I don't care that your car insurance just went up $8 per month, I don't give a shit that you broke a nail today, I don't freakin care that your dog almost got hit by a car! I don't mean to sound rude and heartless, but I just get to a point where I want some time ALONE! Don't talk to me when I'm smoking 100 yards from the nearest person. Take a freakin hint! Don't walk over here and get up in my shit, cuz your a retard. I cannot help you. Natural Stupidity is NON-CURABLE! You have a terminal illness. Learn to deal with it. Accept it without pushing it onto others, it's not their problem or mine. I have a real problem being sympathetic or empathetic with retards who bring this shit on themselves. Lack of planning or preparation on your part should not and WILL NOT require an emergency on mine. If you need that type of help, I can list 18 counselors in this area and 32 more within a 50 mile radius. Go to them with your self inflicted sob shit, your not my friend and I am no longer claiming you as an acquaintance. Move on and leave me alone now, by buy. What's worse is when I'm standing there with my arms crossed, leaning up against a wall and staring at the ground, OBVIOUSLY in thought, and some freakin retard has the nerve to be like, "You know what I hate... blah blah blah..." Shut the fuck up! I don't care, I am too caught up in my own shit to worry about you and what you hate. You know what I hate... MORONS like you asking stupid questions and telling me what you hate! I wonder if maybe I need to take classes in social cues, so that I can put off a better hint that I'm THINKING, GO AWAY! GRRR!
Someone told me that I should start a "dear abby" column for single women in the area. Huh? But it does seem odd that I am the "friend" to every single woman who is not looking for a partner or companion, just a friend, a listening ear, someone to bounce life's problems off of. And clearly, I seem to fit the bill. Why me? I don't know, other than I don't like to interrupt someone while they are talking. I do it occasionally when I feel I have something more pressing to say than what they are saying, but I try not to. If I were to start my own column, I would call it, "Dear Jizr" and have people tell me their sob stories and problems and I would reply to them. I would probably also post these ramblings on my web site for all to view and of course make it "anonymous". Thing is, I get no money for it, no gratification, no goals being satisfied from the column. That seems a little retarded to me. I don't want more friends, I have enough. And a problem with people I just met being all like, "blah blah blah, and let me tell you this" uh, excuse me, I just said "hi, how are you" I kinda expected to hear "fine" and then expected you to shut the hell up. I don't care that your car insurance just went up $8 per month, I don't give a shit that you broke a nail today, I don't freakin care that your dog almost got hit by a car! I don't mean to sound rude and heartless, but I just get to a point where I want some time ALONE! Don't talk to me when I'm smoking 100 yards from the nearest person. Take a freakin hint! Don't walk over here and get up in my shit, cuz your a retard. I cannot help you. Natural Stupidity is NON-CURABLE! You have a terminal illness. Learn to deal with it. Accept it without pushing it onto others, it's not their problem or mine. I have a real problem being sympathetic or empathetic with retards who bring this shit on themselves. Lack of planning or preparation on your part should not and WILL NOT require an emergency on mine. If you need that type of help, I can list 18 counselors in this area and 32 more within a 50 mile radius. Go to them with your self inflicted sob shit, your not my friend and I am no longer claiming you as an acquaintance. Move on and leave me alone now, by buy. What's worse is when I'm standing there with my arms crossed, leaning up against a wall and staring at the ground, OBVIOUSLY in thought, and some freakin retard has the nerve to be like, "You know what I hate... blah blah blah..." Shut the fuck up! I don't care, I am too caught up in my own shit to worry about you and what you hate. You know what I hate... MORONS like you asking stupid questions and telling me what you hate! I wonder if maybe I need to take classes in social cues, so that I can put off a better hint that I'm THINKING, GO AWAY! GRRR!
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