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Drama 102

*Today’s little rant involves high school shinanigans so if you are above such things, feel free to skip it.*

I figured it was time to put my two cents in since everyone has been pounding my inbox for my views on it. I’m flattered so many of you value my thoughts. However, I encourage you to make up your own minds.

Some drama has been occuring in the blogworld as of late. And you know my feelings on drama. I stayed out of it as I felt it wasn’t really my fight. However, the fallout over it has involved me in a very real world way and I’m compelled to speak up. In a nutshell this little drama started over God of Biscuits feeling slighted by comments on Bent Collective’s blog. So, in return, he felt the need to strike back w/allegations of his own. Allegations that BC is a complete farse, it’s writers are one person and the blog itself is all lies. A tale w/all the makings of a high school bitch fight wouldn’t you say?
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15 Minutes…

Today has been a most unpleasant day.

I woke to find another close friend has gotten so sick he can barely get out of bed. Some people are just so damn hard-headed at times. Of course, he didn’t need to get this bad. Much of his discomfort could have been avoided had he expressed himself a bit more. Being a private person is a royal pain in the ass. Ok, I’m a tad angry as he was in pretty bad shape when I got there. My anger is not directed at him. He is a wonderfully kind friend and it hurt me to see him sink so low w/o reaching out to me. Or maybe he just needed to be a bit more direct. He did come to me a couple weeks ago w/a complaint of general malaise but this was far beyond that. Far beyond.

I had to swallow my pain and don my clinical hat which is hard to do when you care for someone. Even at the level of EMT, I could tell something was horribly wrong. I have my suspicions but no sense putting his biz out for the world to see. Of course, not having any insurance while going to school makes the situation all the worse. He had to go to the state hospital, being the only choice in said predicament, off we went. The stars must be aligned in his favor because he only waited about an hour to see a nurse who recognized the seriousness of his condition. She was kind and thoughtful.

When I left he was being wheeled in for tests. Another friend arrived in town and is w/him still. I’m hoping for the best.

As if that was not enough, I was scheduled to speak in front of the Board of Supervisors today regarding our upcoming labor contract for work. Being the only union officer that lived in the city, it was me or no one. I made it on time, even if I was a bit out of sorts. I gave a short killer speech as to the deplorable condition our center is in and left. I got my 15 minutes of fame today. In reality it was only 2 minutes and only aired on public access. Ok my 15 minutes of not so fame today.

I’m tired, hungry, and bitchy so I’m off to devoure half a carcass of something roasted and tasty.

New 909

One of the girls from work often refers to my boyfriends as a 909. Which is the police code for “meet with a citizen.”

My ex called me late last night. I’d actually just gotten home from work. Apparently, he and his new 909 had gotten into a big fight. He needed a place to hangout and vent I guess. He proceeded to tell me the nitty gritty as to what happened. I think he often shares details w/me that in most instances would make an ex a bit uncomfortable but it’s not really an issue for me. Besides, I’m nosey. I like hearing it.

I listened and offered my heart felt advice as to how I saw it. It’s always an issue of being right w/him. Based on his side of the story, I’d assume he was in the right. Of course, this made it harder for him to see a need to move beyond getting validation for that. hehehe. So I offered an explanation that it doesn’t really matter who is right if he hopes to work it out. And let me be frank, he’d rather cut off his fraking arm than admit he is wrong about something. However, he did seem to honestly listen and our chat did calm him down. I politely pointed out some of his rather difficult traits so he could try to see both sides of the picture. Whether it worked or not is none of my business.

He remarked that he thought the blog would be busy today. Meaning I’d post about it. I feel almost obligated to mention it now. And no, he doesn’t read my blog. While I may have a healthy view of my breakup w/him, I’m not so sure he can say the same.

I did notice that I didn’t feel any pangs of jealousy or hurt. I didn’t resent him for telling me stuff about him and his new 909. I actually felt good about it. And no, not because they were fighting. No, I felt good because I had a chance to help him correct his mistakes of the past. Namely, mistakes made w/me. Knowing this only serves to validate my principles. One, it validates that I truly did love him (and still do just differently now). Two, that I’ve moved beyond the pain and hurt he caused me way back when. It took me awhile. I can be just as stubborn at times, especially when I’m in the right. The difference, I think, is I can look beyond my self-righteousness to see the bigger picture. I just hope he learns to do the same thing.

Oh, I think it also is a boon for my Karma. Sure I could have used this opportunity to wreck havoc. But that would go against all the things that I am trying so hard to emulate and become as a man. So scratch another few points in the karma index!

Muggy II / Drivel

I made it to the gym but my energy tanked right away so only got a half-ass workout in. My mood is as muggy as the weather today. I think I’m just worn out from my exertions as of late. Busy busy busy. Finding out my ride along for tomorrow got cancelled again didn’t help.

A buddy from work called me to see if I would co-sign a loan for him. That would be a big negative! One, I’m still recovering from my own debts incurred during the last relationship. Two, said friend tends to invite a large amount of drama into his life. Be it immaturity or blind stupidity, either way not my problem. Three, I have a distinct feeling there is more to the story than I’m hearing. *I may have been born at night but it wasn’t last night.*

Notice the Moby-ism on the left. Not sure who coined the phrase but I’ve taken it to heart throughout my life and it serves me well.

My new phone/pda hasn’t come yet. I’m anxious as all hell for it to show up. I’ve been so busy the Tivo is almost full. Maybe tonight I can catch up while I’m being tortured by domestic chores from hell! (I must have been rich in my previous life because I detest house work!) I’ll be so glad when I when the lotto so I can hire a houseboy. *mental note – play lotto*

I got a tickle out of the overwhelming response to my “dying to now” question. hehehe. May have to do that one again. I have tons of those little buggers floating around in my head.

OH! I almost forgot, I’m planning a little surprise for the blog. However, a new piece of hardware is required. It hasn’t shown up yet either. I got an email from Amazon saying it was delayed. Bumm-diddly.

Ok, I’m off to bend eager minds to my will.

Drama Defined

Awhile back someone asked me to give my definition of drama. Webster’s dictionary gives one definition as “a situation or succession of events in real life having the dramatic impression or emotional effect characteristic of a play.”

I’d agree w/that however, I’d amend to include “any situation or problem thru action or inaction usually avoided w/a small amount personal reflection beforehand…”.

I think into everyone’s life some drama must fall. Otherwise, what’s the point of living. You learn nothing from a carefree existence. That said, having grown up in a drama-intense environment, I’ve learned while some cannot be avoided, most CAN. I find in most situations the drama is usually self-inflicted from a variety of causes. That is a rant for another day.

I bring it up today as I got a call this week from my best friend, Trev, back in TX. Apparently, my ex friend from here was back home and cornered Trev at the park. He then proceeded to tell Trev how horrible a person I am, how all I’ve ever done is hold him back, and how I constantly try to keep him beneath me. Ironically, my ex friend has always hated Trev as he felt threatened by his friendship w/me. Was he thinking Trev would suddenly say “you know, even though you’ve always been jealous and despised me, I think you’re right. I’m gonna dump Moby as a friend“? I’m sure you can guess that didn’t happen. However, Trev did call me to ask why he felt the need to share it w/him in the first place.

My first thought was to send my ex-friend an email but I’m reminded of my definition of drama. Knowing him as well as I do, his actions are a blatant attempt to strike back at me and to get me to respond to him. By doing so, I’m quite sure I’d be inviting more drama into my life once again. Of which, I don’t really need. Nor do I need to flesh out a problem he isn’t even capable of understanding.

So that’s my definition of drama. I reserve the right to append or amend at any time in the future as wisdom dictates. *g*

Pissy or Pussy?

My glorious plan for a day spent packing is shot to hell! First, I slept 11 hours last night. (I can’t bitch though, I’ve been hitting the gym hard and my poor little muscles were tuckered out.) That puts me late getting started. I get to the gym, no surprises there. Get home and the apt complex is showing my apt later today. Naturally, I have to scramble to clean up the mess. I’ve been letting the apt sorta go to shit this last week because of the move. I haven’t even had lunch yet! arrrrgh! I have a date tonight at 7:00pm so the only packing I’ll be doing…uh nevermind.

So now my plan to pack all day is shot to hell. I know, “want some cheese w/that whine Moby?” All I have to say to that is…blow me.

I’m picking up the key to the new apt later today. I’m really excited about the move. Especially, knowing I don’t have to lug all this damn furniture around. I may have to develop a 24-hour case of swing flu on Sunday if I don’t get all the packing done. The movers are showing up bright and early on Monday morning. And since they get paid by the hour, me thinks I might have to call in sick. *oh, I’m feeling woozy already. Quick! Someone get me a mint julip!*

But Wait! There’s MORE!

As if I didn’t have enough drama today, I get home to discover my building is on fire! Some idiot put their christmas tree out on their balcony and then someone caught the damn thing on fire.

I get home and the fire trucks are all around my building, I call work and they tell me what’s up. It’s 4 floors below me! Luckily enough, the sprinkler activated and put it out before the fire dept even showed up. People are so stupid. Why in god’s name would you put your christmas tree out on your balcony?

Welcome to The DMV – How May I Piss You Off Today?

Today, has had it’s difficulties. I go to the DMV today to take my ambulance driver’s test. (written) I check in, get my number, sit down and begin to wait. I wait, and wait, and wait. Finally 2 hours go by, I stop by the desk to see what the hold up is. It is at this point I encounter Queen bitch of the universe.

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Ups & Downs

Every day has’em and today was a doozy.

The day starts off w/Xmas cards from hell! I had a battle w/the software I use to print stamps. I lost! If you get a xmas card from me you’ll see. Oy!

Not a mood-killer mind you but I guess it was a sign of things to come.

It’s very muggy here right now. Typical for this time of year. Today, was thunderstorm weather. Unusual for here but not for a southern boy like myself. If you live in the South, the only rain you get is usually in the form of a thunderstorm. So, I’m leaving for work (on the moped aka BLUE) only to get drenched just two blocks from home. I was late to work as I had to come home and change. I get downstairs afterwards and not a drop is falling from the sky!

At this point, I’m thinking “What in gay hell did I do to deserve this?”

Work was fucked-up as expected. My trainee is doing ok but still a bit slow. Of course, every idiot with a car was out driving. Add to that, the thunderstorm was flooding and knocking out power everywhere. You can begin to see the pretty picture that was my day. Oh but there is more. My lunchtime rolls around, I walk down to to the local grub stand for some food. No biggie. On the way back, my the bag disintergrates from an opened soda inside. (A soda, I didn’t order)

Now I’m thinking. “Jeez! What kind of bad karma did I build to deserve this shit.”

However, I’m happy to report, w/the shit comes the shine. Today is my Friday so I got off an hour early. (Always a bonus) I’m walking home; the weather has cleared up by now. It’s just after dusk, the streets are starting to dry and as often happens after a big storm, everything seems fresh and clean. The air is crisp and clear. The sidewalks are clean and the tempurature is a balmy 65 degrees! Ah! . . . I had the urge to walk thru a cemetary. ( I know, weird but I’ve always found cemetaries to be so calming.) Anyway, I was instantly in a better mood.

I get home to discover the new apartment I was thinking of taking has panned out. I’ll be taking it at the end of January. A little further away from work than I wanted but in the Castro. walking distance to everything, cheaper laundry, my own parking space included and I get my choice of bedrooms.

I also noticed the jacuzzi was fixed so I had a nice long soak to wash away the day’s stress. NICE! (The jacuzzi is the one thing I’ll miss about this building.)

Now, I’m sitting her (naked w/a towel over my head, don’t ask.) writing about my shitty but not so shitty day.

And how was your day?

Discursive Ramblings

That’s my new word for the day. . . evolve or get off the pot right?

Today started out a bit chaotic. A buddy from work called me needing a place to crash. He made a break from the live-in girlfriend (again). This time he seems more determined. As we speak, he is supposedly moving all his stuff out. Ugh! Straight people can be so mellow dramatic! I could insert an “I told you so” here however, I won’t. The short version is he rebounded from a bad marriage into his current relationship. And while I had my reservations, I really thought the old new girl was a good match. Maybe she is too much of a match and he his karma is coming back to haunt him. It probably isn’t my business to make such leaps of logic but, the parallels are stunning.

I got an email from my younger brother. (I still have a hard time getting used to him sending me email. Technology is such a foreign thing to my clan.) Apparently, things are going down hill faster than planned. Buddy’s soon-to-be ex wife had a mental break down last week. She is now on a 5150 hold at the local hospital I’m sure. Course, this just means more bad news for the kids. They are far too young to be deprived of their mother. (something I can speak on from experience) I’m hoping she snaps out of it. I don’t want them growing up the way I did.

On top of that, the land taxes are due by month end. No real crisis in itself. Since the land is still officially in Dad’s name, we are getting a big discount for the year. Next year, we have to convert the land into our respective names. This means higher taxes for moi as I am not married and nor am I a senior citizen. (In Texas, you get a discount on land tax once you reach 65.)

After the holidays, I’m gonna have to sit down and plan out some maintenance strategies w/Buddy. It is not fair to dump all the responsibility on him just because he is the only one still living on the land. But knowing the history of my siblings, I’ll probably end up footing a big chunk of the bill. I’m also gonna have to take some time out of my schedule to go down and help w/upkeep. Fifty acres of land is not easily maintained by one person. Hell, when I was growing up, my parents used us kids as free labor. Even then it was a struggle.

My schedule sign-up at work is finished. As expected, I went with a 4-10 shift w/the same days off just later hours. This will give my gym schedule a boost as I’m less likely to just roll-over, hit snooze 10 times and end up blowing it off. I also get to sign up for two three weeks of vacation this year!