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Sunday, Jul. 10, 2005

Sometimes the idiot factor in people astounds me.

I got another instant message from Kris, the lost cause. At least this time I had the sensibility to block his sorry butt. The man has a PhD and money and owns two businesses. Nonetheless, he clearly doesn't have a clue. I didn't give him a chance this time around to ask again for... *ahem* favors. I'll leave the specific favors to you to figure out. And keep in mind this is the same person I already told that no, we weren't going to be seeing each other again, period.

Didn't make it to the Valley today (or anywhere else, for that matter.) My son said next weekend would be better for him, too, so we're set. In fact, I've continued my excursion into deep and abiding laziness today, continuing yesterday's theme. I couldn't do that every weekend but it's nice for a change-off.

I've been trying to decide if it's worth the energy to pack my happy butt up and drive to the store. I really should pick up a loaf of bread or something. I pulled an Old Mother Hubbard special this week and really cut things close on the groceries. I've got a ton of chicken, already cooked, and the mayo to make chicken salad - but don't have a loaf of bread to make sandwiches, no veggies to make salad, etc. Oh well, maybe later tonight I'll make a food run, after all.

Unfortunately I've been craving chocolate, which is a no-no, and also anything starchy. I probably should've skipped the mashed potatoes yesterday but dang... they sure tasted good.

It seems to be a 'catch-up' Sunday for some folks. I heard from one of the other guys who was hitting on me early into the mix. I had already written him off because I didn't hear any more from him. I'm pretty neutral about the prospect at the moment. If he picks up and runs with things, great; if not, that's fine, too. I like T, but again, I'm not going to come unglued if things don't work out there, at least not at this stage of the game.

Life is too short and I am content alone. If someone else comes into my life and we make a go of it, it will be icing on the cake. Nobody else can make me happy. That starts within. However, another person - the RIGHT other person - can certainly enhance my life, and if it is the right person, I will likewise enhance his life.

However, I share a friend's view that there is no multi-lifetime soulmate, no one immortal beloved with whom you can make a perfect match - implying that therefore, anyone other than that specific person is somehow substandard. Even our own personalities are not static within a single lifetime. We change with time and experience. Our physical, intellectual, and emotional needs will therefore change over time, as well. Under the best circumstances, you find a companion/partner/spouse/significant other (choose your own title) whose growth parallels your own. Perfection rarely occurs in this world, though, so it's entirely possible that as your life evolves, wholly different companions may be suitable to different eras of your life.

That doesn't excuse cheating, I don't mean it in that sense - but I do think that it's possible to be happy with more than one person. Just not more than one person at the same time.

Okay, I'll let the armchair philosopher stand down for the moment. Allowing for inflation, my 2-cents' worth isn't really worth anything, anyway, and the original intent has grown progressively more muddy with every word, anyway.

In fact, I think it's time to close this down for the day. I need to experience more laziness this weekend. I think I'm beginning to like this stuff.

Oh, and yesterday's comment about being a good doobie? Any reference back to the weed problem is purely intentional. Just because I don't toke doesn't mean I don't joke.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )