Something tells me that this thread is due for a third part soon. Just a hunch.
I don't know how long it's been this time - but I am noticing a stark comparison to make. Most of my personal relationships follow the same pattern as my posting habits here. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but nobody's too surprised if I vanish for a month or two and then show up for whatever gathering is happening as though hardly an hour had passed. I'm not really sure whether that's a good or bad thing.
The last couple of weeks have been... topsy-turvy. While there usually isn't really anything noteworthy in a time period like that, I swear I've had about a year's worth of events happen in one go. Albeit that most a fairly stock standard and rather bland to hear about, ("Ohhh! Hey! I just put a dollar in the poker machine and took out $500! Yeaaaaahhh!" and in the same day, to a friend, "Oh, come on! How many times have I nearly died today? No falling brick, cork firing like a cannon from a wine bottle, spider bite, electric wiring or drunken idiot driving up onto the footpath is gonna' get me down! Now maybe you'll start believe the rumours about me sleeping with Lady Luck, huh?") there are one or two things that have me perplexed, not that it's very hard to do that.
The one thing that really has me in a boggled expression is that while I was serving at a wine tasting show, a girl asked me out. No, I didn't ask her. She asked me. That in itself is an alien concept - let alone meeting someone else as flippantly-minded as I am - OR with my sense of humour (Oh, the downside is that she comes from a family that supports each other with love and kindness. This, also, is very, very, disturbing. To me, at least!)! She.. so far isn't honestly what I was expecting from anyone at all, which has my curiosity sparked. What's more, she's younger than I am! I haven't been interested in ANYONE within two years of being my senior in... well, ever! Romantically or otherwise. Perhaps this isn't the right thread, but hey, while I'm here, would I be able to ask for a read, Captain? They're always fun and dependable for a chuckle. Scaring-ly accurate, too
19/9/1991 is myself as always! I thought it might have changed at some point, but nope! And hers is 13/6/1993.
And onto the really dumpy part I wish I could just scrunch up into a ball and shove it... My mother cannot be dissuaded from the idea of opening a business. Which she has proven of being incapable of managing properly in the past... and, knowing this, continuously tries to badger me into taking a management position for this idea. Yep. We're feuding over a bloody conceptual idea that she isn't even sure about. She doesn't have the money to do anything - so she'll borrow it from her friends. She doesn't actually know the town at all (Being target demographics, populated districts (Of which it's short: There's one main street. That's it. Any shops that aren't set up on that street start hitting trouble from the word go. But of course this doesn't matter - why not set it up in the middle of nowhere anybody would be expecting, in the worst possible position that can't be advertised and offering services that only a few obscure people would need?) etc.), and it's, for some reason, for me.
Now, for me it may be, but I sincerely believe that it's a headache pill. No placebo effect needed here. In fact, no swallowing of a pill needed, either. But the only cure for it is the caveman's way of curing a headache: Remove the head, and there won't be a head to ache! Ha! Ha! I'm at my wit's end trying to find a way to tell her, "No. I'm not interested. I don't care how much trouble or how many problems I have. I don't want to be a goram business manager, so I won't be one! You're not helping me by doing this; you're just really p***ing me off by trying to say it is. Why the Hell would I want to manage anything? I don't need that stress. Let alone with you - and how often have we already argued about how you do things now?"