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observing.
2012-03-31 @ 10:29 a.m.
busy day today, working on the project with best friend. that should begin in a couple of hours probably. i'm really only writing now because i'm watching tv as i research tire prices for boy, and i noticed such a peculiar thing. i noticed this when i was teaching, too, and would always call kids out on it, but it seems that pretty much everyone [who is a douchebag] does this: what's the deal with people who are always crying about people "disrespecting" them, and why are they themselves the most disrespectful people ever? is it just projection? because, for example, i'm watching ramsay's kitchen nightmares, and they're just having an honest q&a with the entire staff of this failing restaurant, and this woman says something that the manager doesn't like, so immediately he's standing up, telling her she's a "fucking liar," she doesn't know what she's talking about, screaming at her, "this is bullshit!" and storming out of the room because "i'm not gonna sit here and let people disrespect me." um, it appears to me that she's trying to correct a problem that is speeding you toward bankruptcy, sir. the only one acting disrespectful here is you! wtf!? always so strange. according to my study, whose conclusions are based solely on anecdotal evidence and personal observations, those who demand respect from others are those who are probably not giving any to anyone. a couple days ago, boy came home and was like, "'they' say there's no more work after this. i might be laid off pretty soon." and i told him to shut the fuck up, because "they" always say that. you really want to get started worrying about that, and ruining every day worrying about something that may (but most likely, will not) happen? so he was like, "yeah, well saturdays are done." and i was SO EXCITED, because i haven't had a weekend with him since before christmas. so my excitement was pooped on when he came home yesterday and told me that he had to work today, and would be doing overtime next week (late nights). yeah, i thought "they" said there was no more work? no more overtime? why does he ever believe them? it's so silly. and i'm pretty upset about it, but i'll just keep pretending i'm not. it's money, right? i missed all of that beautiful 75 degree weather that week because he was too exhausted to go out and have a picnic with me. i asked every day. never in the mood. sometimes i hate it when we have really fantastic days with really fantastic food and sex and everything. i want it all the time. i miss him more, nothing i eat compares, and i'm horny every day. masturbation doesn't cut it. i need him, his hands, his teeth, his warmth. sundays are never long enough. how can we fit everything that we miss during the week into just 8 hours? we always joke with each other that sometimes we wish we had a mediocre relationship, where we didn't feel so passionately about each other. it would make it so much easier when he goes to work, or i have to spend a night away. if we didn't tug each other's hearts so hard. this is turning into something else, so i'm going to stop now. |