Public Conversations

To those that know more than the basic information about me, I have many siblings.  One of my closest siblings is my younger brother Batman (not sure he wants me to use his name in my blog yet.  I may want to ask him about that....eh....oh well).  Back to the post.  My brother and I have a lot in common.  One thing is that, as friendly as we are, we don't like talking to people while we're out to take care of business.  Does this mean that if we're out and about running errands we will not take a phone call from our loved ones?  No.  Of course not.  But if we're in the waiting area of the DMV, the last thing we want to do is get into a conversation with a complete stranger about their health issues.

It seems that where ever there's a high occupancy lobby, there will be someone that wants to run their yap.  Now don't get me wrong.  I am bothered by the quantity of people that sit heads bowed praying to the iPhone and Android gods on their mobile devices.  But what happened to just going to a place of business and quietly sitting while waiting for your name to be called?

True story alert:  I was at the DMV after arriving to what I thought was on time for opening (8:00am) only to find out that on this particular day that they weren't opening until 9:30am.  Once inside, it's full of customers, of course, and I sit in the waiting area until I my name is called.  Then I'm introduced to a woman that says good morning then proceeds to ask me why I'm there.  Fair enough.  I engage in small talk and that was my first mistake.  Because my inch has turned into a mile and she talks for a bunch of them....miles that is.  In fifteen minutes I learned of her idiotic baby daddy, her irritating manager and her irregular period.  I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.  Not to mention that I'm leaving out the people having the loudest of conversations on their cellular phones and irate customers at the main desk.

This happens in more public offices than I care to witness.  And it's not that I'm a rude person....I just don't give a fuck about your shit at 8:00 in the morning when I'm trying to handle my business.  All I want is a response if we make eye contact and I greet you.  Maybe a "Nice weather we're having, eh?" and shut the fuck up.  Alas, this dream is far in chances of reality so in the meantime, I'll try not to look so annoyed by the presence of conversations I don't want to have.

Funny Little Turn-Ons

I wish I could type this blog without laughing...but I can't.  So this may take a while.  Any who, as I'm going on about my life and day to day activities, I'm always learning something.  For instance, I don't have fetishes, per se, but I do have funny little turn-ons.  As many women can identify, I love to see a well dressed man (or woman for that matter). I get excited when I interact with a great dancer.  A man's deep voice calling my name.  You know, normal stuff.  But here's something not so normal that I discovered recently.  I become aroused by happiness.

Yep!  Happiness.  When I'm happy I feel happy within my lady parts.  Something about the magic of a good feeling makes me want to get intimate.  And not just any type of sexual interaction.  I want to go into pure unadulterated passion mode.  True story:  One day I woke up feeling amazing.  I ran errands.  I worked out.  Had a very productive work afternoon.  Cooked dinner and watched television with my boyfriend.  I was just plain happy.  Next thing I knew I was trying to do everything possible to take his clothes off.  He didn't know what came over me.  Later, I had to explain that joyous feelings put me in the mood.  It's my aphrodisiac.

It makes me wonder if I'm the only one.  Is there another person out there that can have a fun evening with friends playing monopoly and then look over at their mate smile, laugh, have an enjoyable time and immediately want to send a discreet text message that reads, "meet me in the bathroom in 3 minutes"?   If so, I'd love to know.  On the other hand, if not, I'm still going to want to yank my boyfriend into a secluded area for a quickie during a good old happy day.   *wink*

Hopeless Romantics Anonymous

I've been gone for a while. Been doing a lot of thinking. Growing. Learning. If there's one thing that I've learned it's that love is lost among an age that believe it's only for suckers. Spoiler alert: this post ends in trying to understand why people are so fucked up.

 For years people have said that it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. A personal friend of mine has a poem that follows that saying by asking the question "What the fuck does that mean?" And that's an appropriate question. Because I can't understand how it's a better alternative than staying in love in the first place. These days, love is both easy and hard to come by. Real love even harder than that. What I've been trying to understand is why.

 What the fuck is the purpose of acting like there's no point in accepting love? Now, I know it seems like I'm babbling but, trust me, there's a point to this. Actually, as I write this I'm pretty pissed off. I'm learning that there are more hopeless romantics than myself out there. And we're all getting the short end of the stick. We've been getting shafted by those that we care for in the name of "fuck it". People that haven't been in a true healthy, loving relationship in years but feel that they are the full fucking authority on how to treat others. Especially, others that actually give a full fuck about them.

 So, here we stand. Ready to expose ourselves. Rip our hearts open to make sure that they feel enclosed in all things tender and secure and they act like FULL FUCKING ASSHOLES. (sigh) I was asked to start a group titled the same as this post. Maybe I should. In the meantime, my next post will be more informative.