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Friday, 09 October 2009

  • Stubborn ass bitch

    I am stubborn. It's just a part of me. Call it a strength, call it a flaw, call it a monkey on a branch, it is what it is.

    Now I'm normally very easygoing. The stubbornness doesn't come out to play on things like "I have to have This shampoo, from this brand, with this percentage of this thing in it, from this store", it's more like if you want something done a very specific way, or just want something done well, I'm all over that.

    But oh god if you challenge me to a stubbornness contest by telling me what to do, or worse, telling me you're more stubborn than me... I can literally feel my jaw set, my heels dig in, and my eyes narrow. My body gets ready for a fight. So does my head. And perversely, I ~enjoy~ being stubborn and getting into a stubbornness contest. Not so much that I'll go out and look for it, but if it comes my way, I'm all for it. So people who know me well, who've seen the stubbornness come out to play, know better than to flat out tell me to do something "for my own good". Ask, ask nicely, explain why it is you want me to do this, and the likelihood is that I'll go for it.

    So here's why I'm writing about this. CK was supposed to come down this weekend and go to renfest with a bunch of other friends and I on Sunday, after me not getting to see him for like a month. He's got homework, so he's going to leave Sunday morning/afternoon. He told me that he's leaving and that I should go to renfest because I've been looking forward to it. I told him that no, I'll stay home and hang out with him for as long as I can because who the hell knows when we'll see each other again. Then the "will too/will not" kind of argument ensued, which he ended by saying that we'd continue it when he got here, and that he can be very stubborn.

    Well, that tripped my stubborn radar. Yeah, I know that logically he has a point, and that I'd enjoy going to renfest, but I ~know~ what my own reaction is going to be once he brings it up. It doesn't matter if I can sit here right now and say "yeah, ok, I'll go to renfest, he'll go home, no big deal", once he gets here I will immediately go into stubbornness mode, and basically there's no happy ending. One of us will be mad/irritated at the other, if not both of us irritated. Even if I back off all the way, I'll be irritated at both him and myself.

    I called my best friend and told her the part about him telling me I'd be going to renfest and that he was "very stubborn" and before I could continue with the position that put me into she's like "oh for the love of all that is holy did he seriously just meet you or what? There's no way in hell you'll be able to back down now and there's no way this will turn out well. Fucking A, doesn't he know how to deal with your crazy head?"

    If it was something that was like a huge deal, I wouldn't be easy to manipulate into doing something I don't want to, but in this case, both spending a few more hours with him and going to renfest are something I want to do.

Friday, 02 October 2009

  • So there was a touch of drama with my CK and it passed quickly but I haven't written anything, anywhere about it and suddenly feel the urge. It started off more or less innocently. We've done the "how many people have you had sex with" conversation quite a while ago, but somehow we got to talking about oral sex and whether or not that counts and whether or not fingering counts, so we updated our lists with the assumption it does. He's been with half the number of people I have (not that my number is super high or anything) and he made some comment about how he wishes his number was higher. Offhand I mostly jokingly said that if he wanted to break up for a while and bang some bitches, I'd give him a week.

    Well, this spiraled out of control. Apparently he feels like he hasn't gotten much chance in life to just date. Seems like he's never gone on a date that he and the girl didn't hit it off and end up in a long-term, serious relationship, and all of those girls seem to fall into the same general category-- in his words "intelligent, fun, somewhat iconoclastic" so he's never dated different types. Now me, I've dated those different types, and they don't work for me. Not saying they wouldn't for him, but I think he's like me--it's all or nothing in terms of our affection, and if you don't snag our attention/affection immediately, there's not a whole lot that can be done.

    So anyway, after offering to give him some time, I felt I was obligated to stick to it, even though it felt like I'd swallowed a dozen tapeworms that were doing the macarena in my stomach (and yes, I told him that, I liked the image). I even upped it to a month.

    He asked for a night to think about it.

    It was a horrible night, even though I knew that he knew he'd be a fool to go for it, even though deep down I really knew that he would stick with me.

    The next day, he told me the thought made him crazy, that yeah, he'd like to experience other types, but he'd rather keep me. It was about then that I figured out what it was that was spurring him to be freaking me out.

    Cold feet. Not quite the "about to commit to a marriage" kind of cold feet, but the kind that come when you're in a relationship and you realize you might not be dating someone else for a very long time, if ever. He's been hurt before, hurt a lot, and bad, and regardless of how much baggage he tried to check at the gate, there's going to be some coming along for the ride.

    He said something about being afraid to make the same mistakes he did with his most recent ex (who screwed with his head so bad he didn't date for like 3 years). When I asked what mistakes, he said getting too serious too soon and proposing too early.

    To which I flat out said that I don't intend to get married for at least two years. Furthermore, if he asked me before I was ready or before I thought our relationship was ready, I would say no.

    I think this has put his demons to rest, at least for now, but he even warned me that it was likely to come up again. Now, I don't have a problem with that, as long as we're blunt about it to each other, but how should I really deal with this? I'm not the clingy type, we live an hour apart and see each other only when our schedules permit which so far has wound up being like once a month, and I have no problem with giving him plenty of space, since I need plenty of it myself. I love him, he loves me, I could actually see a future for us... so I just listen. What else can I do?

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

  • Zyanya and I are still having some arguments about whether or not we use the litterbox. Currently she's obsessed with the computer while I'm on it--sitting in front of it because obviously she's transparent enough for me to know what's going on *sigh*. I changed my screensaver to these bubble things that float around the screen--totally fascinates her.

    Renfest either this weekend or next weekend (yay!) It'll probably be just me and Greg, which is freaking fantastic because we haven't done a "date" in far too long. Admittedly living an hour apart isn't long distance, but what with school and all I'm thrilled we've seen each other so much so far. And to go from working in the same place and seeing each other every day to... well... not has been unpleasant. It's amazing how much non-verbal communication can be comforting. Just a brush of fingertips on the back of the wrist is enough to make a whole day better.

    Job hunting is officially ridiculous and retarded, and I might scream, if it wouldn't scare the kitten.

Sunday, 13 September 2009

  • In the plugs on the right hand side of my screen... the titles:
    "Love" "Jaded" "In the darkness"

    Oh what a poet could do with that....

    Unfortunately, I'm not a poet.

Saturday, 12 September 2009

  • Zyanya is exactly as cute as it gets.

    It took me getting a special kitty litter that makes them think "ooh I could ~like~ to pee in here" and waking up at 5am with her to feed her and play until I thought maybe she might have to pee, but I got her to pee in the litterbox. Honestly it was ~easy~ to get her to pee in the litterbox. The first time I put her in the litterbox, when she'd calmed down some from playing, I heard her scratching around. It was dark, so I couldn't actually see what she was doing, but I was hoping... so I baby-talked her. When she hopped out and came to me to play, I turned the light on and crawled under the bed (yeah... shitty place for a litterbox but... do you want to argue with a kitty who's gonna use it?) and YEP she peed!!!!!!!!

    So just a minute ago when she fell off my lap and used her claws to try and stay on and left me bleeding... well... I'm feeling forgiving because of the peeing.

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