I wondered after you all day Valentine’s Day. Said a prayer or two. This week of my exile is no doubt a welcome respite from my neuroses for all the denizens of Discord. I’m sorry I’m so clingy. I’m sorry I’m so fond of people who barely tolerate me. People who genuinely like me I can only love, not feel a romantic inclination for. Maybe I can later? I’ve always been starved for affection and approval, but afraid of it too. I appreciate honesty. I can never quite guage how most people feel about me. I will try to fake not being cringe… except this post clearly!
Now K thinks I will not be able to process fast enough to find my plane should I pass through Charlotte. If K. lost her phone and missed her plane there, what will happen to me?
“And you are not vigilant and aware of your surroundings at all times…and why would you want to go meet only male friends? Is this the one who…………..to you?”
Female friend turned out to be a cunt. Perhaps she’ll gloat when I’m dead, apparently either by being beaten to death or by exhaustion from wandering for days in Charlotte International looking for my plane. Plot twist: Charlotte is supposed to be one of the biggest airports in the nation. May I rest in peace.
Weighed in with the other psychic, K., who seemed not in the slightest bit concerned and to ask her again when this Vegas thing approaches, whether I live or croak. OK. Everyone’s a fucking psychic but me. I can intuit things about people occasionally, but I’m too sure something awful is going to happen at all times, so ‘the gift’ would be wasted on me. I’m sure you’ll be expecting me to talk about my aura, crystals, and levitating soon.
We began Ubering again and we had one altercation per usual. “I can’t believe you won’t even say thanks,” I said angrily, when she bitched at me for not being able to find her in the grocery store and because I took 3 minutes to buy candy bars for us. “I don’t see anyone summoning you in the app.”
“Maybe if we went closer to A RESTAURANT we would.”
So we proceeded to go across the road, literally just across the road. Not kidding. If she wasn’t having trouble climbing stairs to apartments, I might have told her I was ready to call it a night.
“I’ll bet you a nickel that’s a tr@nny ,” K. said after we put in our Eats order in the intercom at Taco Bell. (Believe it or not, K is an ally, but she likes being edgy).
“Be extra nice to her. She’s at least nice,” I reminded her, thinking of the last bitch we encountered at this restaurant another night. But I wasn’t worried at least in that point, because I’ve seen her be kind to another transgender woman before. I remember that one was afraid to go to Walmart lest she be harassed or worse.
I heard a woman won a bunch of times on Jeopardy, but my internalized mysogny wonders if she benefited from having been socialized as her biological sex, but also being a woman in her soul. Anyway, she won, yay for taking one for the ladies.
One of my old hobbies was reading obscure 18th and 19th century books. Archive.org kept me sane in the last days of living with the guys, when they made me stay in my room. I read a lot of manners books and ‘conduct of life’ stories. I became fascinated by Victorian memento mori photography too, it was almost soothing to me seeing all the dead people in regalia because if I wasn’t reading or sleeping I was wanting a way out, any way out.
Today, I took up The Dangers of Crinoline, a short pamphlet found on Google books. Looking at how lovely women looked with their giant skirts in things like Godey’s Ladies Book , one doesn’t realize how many folks burned to death because their skirt caught fire, etc.
Today, I tried to learn why the Ruskies are prepping to invade the Ukraine. Apparently, they don’t much cotton being surrounded by a bunch of NATO countries and want their influence or annexation there before the Ukraine can get in NATO. They don’t meet NATO democracy standards yet. I half paid attention to a Vox article.
In other Proxy War news, Google asked me to review Hooters.
Talked to a couple friends. One says I will surely meet an ignominious end if I go on vacation without a chaperone to a far off place with only strangers around. She had a vision and it was specific, not even knowing who I was going to visit. I really, really want to go somewhere, anywhere. Do people get murdered a lot in Vegas? (Actually they say it’s rather safe). If I got to have a good experience and at the end of it, I had a heart attack rather than come to a violent end, I wouldn’t mind so much. Maybe if I got there and was so happy that I would never be happy again, falling down an elevator shaft wouldn’t be horrible or a Cirque du Soleil performer breaks her fall on me but snaps my neck. But being attacked by someone and beat to death seems a bit not worth it. Maybe there are men there just waiting. As a female, one is raised to believe they’re everywhere just waiting to strike, but I imagine in such a giant place teeming with tourists, there are people who prey on them. And if I was alone in a strange place, with pathological shyness forcing me to always look away from people, they’d smell my weakness. I have been able to fake confidence on occasion in a situation or two when I HAD TO and I have an ability to shut off my emotions in situations where people would be upset because I’m always anxious anyway that when something happens outside of my normal purview, I just don’t have the sense to fear it because I’m busy in my own head worrying about something else.
The latest event that I should’ve cared about perhaps a little more than I did was a couple weeks ago when Norman Bates ordered Taco Bell.
“Why have a gated community when you can literally walk around the gate” I asked, as we drove into a swank neighborhood with a pretentious gate that had 3 ft gaps at its sides.
The fellow, Norman, began texting us as soon as we were in the neighborhood. Very friendly fellow, smiley faces and calling K. by her name in the texts. Twice he texted us not to knock on the door, but it was after midnight, so that’s pretty normal.
K. wound up calling Norman. He stated that yes, he saw us and we were at the right location, so K. left the bag on his porch. A few minutes later, we got a call back from Mr. Bates. “It’s not here, K.,” he said in a voice completely devoid of affect. “Come back and bring it to me.”
K. was officially creeped out. “Perhaps we left it on the wrong porch and we should go back, ” I said. “Maybe he’s autistic or schizophrenic? Maybe he’s just fucking with us, too.”
But no, K. was certain something was off. “Well, you could stay in the car and lock the doors. If something happens, just drive away and call 911,” I said, more afraid of a bad rating than being the first victim in this budget slasher film. Plus, I figured if he was a sex pest, he’d be less inclined to strike if K. sent Ugly Fat Friend #1 to retrieve Norman’s Taco Bell. It did occur to me that it could be someone just pretending to live there, but then ordering Uber Eats isn’t really anonymous much.
“I’m not going back,” K. announced. “If your instincts tell you something is wrong, you should always trust it.”
Maybe it was sneaking peeks at the gory photos in her homicide detective father’s briefcase as a child or the stranger who nearly did her a mischief in her 20s, but for whatever the reason, I will trust her judgement on that one.
Day 2 I transcribed an Australian criminal’s arrest record from 1883. An online volunteering opportunity. Pretend I’m useful somehow. The guy was in for embezzlement and did 3 years hard labor in the Sidney Gaol, but he must not have learned much from that ordeal because in 1888, he got clapped for embezzlement again.
I cleaned my bathroom.
I went Uber Eatsing with Karen. Six hours and she made 12.00. She raged at Wendy’s workers. Wendy’s was getting supplies delivered and didn’t accept orders during that time, as stated by the guy at the window so she had to cancel an order there. Five minutes passed and the delivery truck pulled away. A woman was driving up picking up for Uber Eats herself. My friend’s rage started shooting lasers. First, she drove up to the window, but the guy who said they weren’t taking orders wouldn’t come and the woman at the window wasn’t coming either. Then she blocked the delivery truck from getting out because she was yelling something like ‘how does it feel?’ and ‘time is money!’ Then, as they were taking the order of some other delivery gig driver, she pulled up close enough, and yelled, “20 year-old twat, don’t come to the window!”
That excalated quickly.
” You’re one day going to get us killed,” I told her, as I have every time I’ve witnessed her go into a fit. Usually, it’s over screaming at other drivers and flipping the bird. It just takes one redneck with as bad of a temper as her to pull a gun. Well, actually, it’s kind of already happened in a way. She got into it with a guy at McDonald’s a few years ago, and he calmly set a weapon on the table.
Lately, I’ve been fussing back. I think that day at the hospital when she called me ‘stupid’ I realized that she would always be an ungrateful bitch, and it flipped a switch inside of me. We had two minor altercations. She tried to blame me for being 5 minutes at my apartment and the food already being picked up by someone else. Then she got mad at me for not being able to find my phone right away when she wanted me to navigate. I started yelling right back, just a little, just enough to let her know not to fuck with me, when apparently she has the whole fucking world to get angry at.
At Hooters, I waited for an order, and wondered if the waitresses’ mothers knew how their daughters were making a living. I don’t know if it’s the prude in me or something feminist, but I find the whole thing…a bit much. I’m not saying that places where lecherous men can ogle college girl titties while devouring chicken wings shouldn’t exist, but there is something debasing about making waitresses wear shorts up to their vaginas and shirts down to the nips. And don’t get me started on the men who bring their middle aged wives to such establishments. I mean, the food does look good, but…
I got to go in the Marriott to deliver. I will go if I don’t have to meet the person.
There’s always such a pleasant scent in hotels and I hadn’t been in one in years. There are several scents I feel would be in my heaven: Hotel scent, pool chlorine scent, laundry aisle scent, and K-mart scent. I don’t know why I felt the need to share that, but there you go. That would’ve made an awesome tweet.
I know this correspondence is getting super long, but I kind of want to address something. I saw the woman who saw me as a ‘lolcow’ and faked liking me, get utterly destroyed by another ‘content creator.’ I wouldn’t have known, but I was reading an article and saw. It seemed as though karma had struck her in the face, finally. Now she knows how it feels to be rejected and humiliated in 4K high definition, I thought gleefully. And then I thought, now she knows how it feels, and I began to empathize with her, clout chasing egirl that she is. I could feel her pain and it made me sad. So I’m happy it happened, but I’m sad too. My mind can never make up it’s mind.
I’m taking a break from social media, Discord, Twitch, Facebook, and Twitter for a week. Someone suggested I should for my health and I agreed to it.
I miss Discord the most. I wanted to tell my friends that I was able to get $30.00 more out for my ‘Vegas Vacation’ and/ or emergency fund, making a grand total of $50.00. Considering I’m usually down to zero at the end of the month, this is pretty good. As it stands now, I still have enough in the bank for the 3 other bills I have to pay. I hope I won’t need to return any to the bank. I’ve been pretty good about ordering in food this month too, only allowing myself one meal as a reward for finishing the most boring book I have ever read in my entire life and I’ve read some boring books in my 44 years, Normativety and Phenomenology in Heidegger and Husserl. I have decided philosophy, or at least Heidegger,is better left to high IQ- low common sense people. If I had to read another book like that I’d die by seppuku.
I haven’t been on my PC since ‘the break.’ My friend was over most of the day yesterday. I think I can make Discord disappear without it popping up by right clicking the icon in the tray or something. I think my PC was supposed to restart for updates anyway, so hopefully when I wake it, Social Media won’t be staring at me. If this post appears on Twitter, WordPress auto-shares.