I live a lonely life offline and don’t know how to go about changing that. COVID-19 shutdowns of activities didn’t help.
I’d love to have a friend to play tennis or rent a canoe with, as my husband isn’t physically active. I love reading and am really excited learning Mandarin as well as doing twice daily qigong meditations.
Next week am attending an in person book discussion at our local library. The author I have read one of his previous works.
Planning on going horseback riding again soon & checking out parks & rec summer activities. Maybe I’ll be involved in activities of mutual interest rather than just desperately seeking to meet others.
Hey Janet, would you like to start a book club with me? Kind of like pen pals, but we discuss books. My therapist told me that reading and Journaling would be beneficial now that my memory is starting to come back.
I crashed mentally yesterday. I’m having a terrible time sleeping.
While getting ready to head into work, I realized I was so disorganized I couldn’t find a pair of scrub pants and my two hyperactive kittens still running around really had me on edge.
I realized that even though I’m scheduled off in two weeks for that many weeks off, I couldn’t go in and called out. I’m sick of nights and not sleeping.
I’m tired of being scheduled for the easiest tasks when I’ve put a lot of time into working there (those saying they’re not taken seriously because they’re women, most of our supervisors are female and see me as incapable).
I’m looking for daytime opportunities when I go in tonight & tomorrow night, don’t care if a few of my vacation hours go unpaid.
I’m feeling a bit angry and don’t think FB is a good place for that, especially with a colleague on my friend list.
I’m applying for day jobs. I can’t get much sleep at all on night shift and don’t wish to do it any more.
I can’t even SLEEP, and my daughter hangs out with teens whose parents give into their every demand to take them everywhere. When I resist she says “no one else’s parents have a problem with that”.
The that is a mall too far from our home. Anywhere closer I’d be happy to give a ride home, but the indulged go to Natick.
In all fairness one of her friends is a choice student living in a district that’s closer to some of these activities. The others it just doesn’t seem ever tell their kids no.
I’m not sacrificing everything for my kid and leaving myself with nothing. That’s stupid.
I’m tired of the demands on my time as a shift worker, like I couldn’t even have anything I’d like to do with my day, and it’s become impossible to sleep, which isn’t healthy.
If I don’t get one job, I’m applying for another. My vacation starts May 2, which seems to be taking forever to get here; I can’t call out as I was sick a few times; and I just cannot do this any more.
That said there’s a reason I’m estranged from my family of origin and it’s probably for the best.
I often feel guilty and keep in touch by phone or text with my parents, but there are times I’d like to tell her off, and I just don’t‘cause I’d feel bad later. Like now.
After Happy Mothers Day she looked at some of the art in the photos and asked about the pictures. One is a picture of my husband.
“Where’s the picture of you?” Anyone who knows me knows I don’t much like to be photographed except for official purposes. The one exception is a picture on horseback, and I’ve kept that for me. I don’t feel a need to put myself on display.
I came quite close to joining the Feminism is Evil Page on Facebook. I think feminists have thrown far more women under the bus than they’ve helped.
Anyone who knows me that well knows that, yet the trash my dad would have been better off a bachelor than marrying is still harping about my husband’s taste in art & how much time he’s spent decorating (decorating isn’t really a pastime of mine), and where are the paintings I’ve done (some adult paint by numbers which are upstairs and in the kitchen).
I feel a twinge of guilt about not visiting my dad. It may be the last chance.
I’m estranged from my brother since December and he’s like our mother and if I go, I’ll probably be escorted out by a deputy for disturbing the peace. I think I’ll just stay home and enjoy everything from cats and long walks to martial arts & learning Mandarin & Vietnamese.
Keep in mind I live and do business in rural areas.
The Trump/Pence signs and trucks with American flags are increasing in Massachusetts of all states.
Just saw a bumper sticker with a Trump/Pence 2024 sign stating BLM—Biden Loves Minors.
Am not as attuned to the more urban areas, but our County Seat, Worcester, is the 6th largest donor as far as Massachusetts to the Republican Party.
And it isn’t strictly elderly white males of libspeak living there, but a pretty mixed community. In my experience non white and non U S born individuals & families just aren’t as open to GLBTQ issues being taught to their children.
Does anyone call this fighting? Worthy of the SWAT team?
Just come right out and say the teens had the nerve to be as black as my coffee and think they could enjoy the beach, too. I know if these were white kids with French surnames, none of the locals would have called the police in the first place.
Having been shown videos by someone who was actually there, some had the nerve to sing, play the ukelele and break dance while being as black as my coffee. Can’t have that in New Hampshire now, can we?
The next time some white ass clown is fussing about everything from racist southerners (they need only look at themselves in the mirror, that’ll shut them right up), to overweight young people, **I ** may need a bondsman for bail because I just may kick some ass. I’m sick & tired of white liberal hypocrites.
It makes me feel safe, awww, do you need a teddy bear and a blanket?
I’ll take some obnoxious ass clown in Georgia or Florida ranting about lesbians in the airport or asking is a doctor’s name really “Adams”, and not something like “Adamski” (an actual incident while I was waiting to see now retired Doc Adams) over these sneaky mean types any old day of the week.
It’s easier to avoid the openly intolerant, and at least they’re not spouting PC buzzwords like “diversity” and “inclusivity”, which really are just for those the loudest preachers think deserve it.
Won’t be spending any tourist dollars in New Hampshire.
Dark Maga. What an ass Madison Cawthorn was making a ‘bizarre’ rant after a failed attempt to be in the ballot. Now we got to listen to the lame stream media “authority” for what Dark Maga means. Idiot talking points and lots of bull ■■■■
I’ve started a second job. Much as I’d love to give my first job two weeks notice & split, I don’t think it’s doable. There are a few benefits I like & I get a generous amount of paid vacation.
It’s morphed as an organization, though. It’s gotten to be big, bloated & wasteful, what should be a relatively simple action has morphed into a big, fat, complicated mess that if it left the building without a shirt, it would be promptly and rightfully arrested.
I’m pursuing CNA licensure at a facility 5 minutes from my home. My primary industry isn’t very competitive, and licensure is portable in case of job loss.
Am starting training this week, may at the end of it request part time to see if I’m a good fit. It will be a learning experience and something a little different than my primary job.
For awhile I’ve been losing faith in western medicine and its practitioners.
Some of its students are getting downright scary. They either don’t want to learn, or are proving my point about MDs not caring if their patients laugh or cry, live or die.
So at my second job, there are nursing and one pre med student in the class. We had to watch an HBO film that covers dementia from diagnosis to death.
The Alabama man who went from having his own local tv show to dying from dementia was particularly sad to watch.
The wife and local people were much like clergy and family of my dad’s in neighboring Georgia. They were just nice people seeing a loved one through a horrible way to die.
The nursing students were crying as was I. The premed student thought that was amusing.
. And I quote “I don’t know him from Adam.”
Good God my husband didn’t know Romany orphans in Romania from Adam, yet was crying when he saw them mistreated in that nation. Should he not cry because we’re not Romany?
How about Down’s syndrome babies getting aborted or mistreated? Little animals being mistreated?
Is that amusing, too, because they’re not known to him? What a lovely attitude to have about one’s fellow human when wanting to be a surgeon. I really believe I’ve met someone without a conscience, and relatively few U S prisoners even fit that description.
Two more weeks of class, and I’ll probably forget this individual’s name. I can make it through & hopefully pass the state certification exam.
. And I quote “I don’t know him from Adam.” 
