I hate waiting



I found out something pretty neat today – one of the coworkers I shouldn’t have a crush on apparently may have a crush on me (sometimes I’m slow to pick up on these things). It’s apparently been obvious to others. The funniest part is I had already passed him my number, somewhat casually, after an encounter last week. The worst part is I haven’t heard from him yet. We’re never alone outside of work, and never alone at work. He’s more shy than I realized, again, vital information I could’ve used before now, but for once it was kind of nice to get to this place on our own. I won’t force the next step. I’m not in any hurry, and it’s not like dating is panning out for me. I have to focus on making myself happier anyway – if he ends up along for the ride all the better.
But I really do hate waiting.


I’m too old for this shit


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I’m pretty certain I’ve titled a post like this already, but damn am I feeling my age.
Firstly, I find myself attracted to older men at work, because at work I don’t see their age, I see their personality and behaviors. While I can’t seriously consider them as dating partners, it makes me feel my age – how young my age says I am, and how old my personality really is, which does not match my age in years.
Secondly, the younger men (my age) I do find myself attracted to still have “something” that turns me off. Bad grammar, bad speaking skills, lives at home, doesn’t have a car, doesn’t have a job, etc, etc, etc.
Every day my list seems to grow of things I don’t like or won’t put up with anymore, but that means my dating pool gets smaller and smaller. I think at this point I just don’t want to settle. What’s the point? I also think I’m not emotionally ready to give up my way of life for someone else…but then again, I also think that if you find the right fit, you don’t lose anything. Maybe that’s idealist or romanticist, but in the end I feel like I’ve dealt with enough in my life that I should now get to chose who I let in. And if that means I lose out on potential dating partners, so be it.

A point that hits close to home


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Adele’s newest release, Hello, really strikes a cord with me. Over the years there have only been a handful of people I wish I could go back to and say “I’m sorry.”

The ultimate pain comes when I see them succeeding at life and I’m failing….failing of my own accord, for the same reasons I failed them.

As I get older I realize I am not happy with myself, and maybe I never truly have been. I’ve lived my entire life to please someone else, to make sure I didn’t disappoint them….all while disappointing myself. I know only I can change it, but I’m scared. I’m scared as to what the world will hold when I finally embrace myself. I’m scared of failing. I’m scared of the consequences if I quit trying.

I don’t know how to be me. I don’t know how to break out of this stupid mold I’ve created and simply just be. And until I can do that I don’t think I’ll ever truly be free.

A little truth on a Friday


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I thought I wanted a friends with benefits, but I’m thinking not. I really just want friends, and maybe one day someone will work their way in to a comfortable relationship. But right now? I’m already tired of the game. I think I need to find my happy before I try to insert someone else in to my life.

Live and learn

So I recently fell in to something I shouldn’t have touched with a 10 foot pole. I know that now. I think only minor damage has been done, and I’m back pedaling fast. However, it’s made me realize a few things about myself, things that maybe I wasn’t aware of but my brain has been trying to tell me for years.

I don’t want a traditional relationship.

I have a fear of commitment.

Despite that, I don’t want just a one night stand every night.

I want to find someone like me. Someone who pushes the boundaries of the world andĀ isn’t willing to just settle.

Someone who has baggage but deals with it. We all have baggage, but jesus, figure out how to deal with it. We all have weak moments, and that’s fine, but DEAL WITH IT. Own it.

I want someone who will make me want to be a better person.

I want someone who can stand on their own two feet. They don’t NEED a roommate, or significant other, or family member, to take care of them. They have these people in their life because they WANT to.

Until the time that happens, I am absolutely fine being single.

I’m being tested and I’m failing


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I’ve lost my spirit. I’ve lost my will to give a damn. I’m so tired I’m never not tired. I’m so stressed I can even keep the two pounds off that I somehow managed to lose. Every day I question why I did this, why I thought this is the right thing to do. Every day I have a headache I question it, and every night as I lay awake I question it.
What good has it brought? Any? A failed relationship, I shit ton more debt and a job where I’m worked just as hard for less money than I should be making. My house is disgusting, and probably too big for just me. I can’t get rid of my other house. When does it get easier? Better? How do I stop the madness?



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I’m almost at a full year away from home, and I miss it now more than I have the entire year. I miss my friends, my house, even being able to see my family. I finally felt at home, at peace (except for work), and they all had helped build me up to believe that I truly could succeed….

But now I feel lost again. So lost. So alone. What exactly did I feel was so damn necessary to fight for again?

But everyone could see I was miserable, because my job made me miserable. And you shouldn’t have to live life being as miserable as I was.

I just wish I could’ve kept what I loved, and pieced it together with the other half that I love now. A bunch of what – ifs keep running through my mind, even though I know it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes I get tired of being the strong one. Sometimes I get tired of having to be in charge. This is when I long to have someone in my life that understands how much I over being in charge, but that when I need a break I need them to be stronger than me. I just didn’t realize that was so hard to find.

I feel like I’ve lost me. Again.

To the guy I can’t have, but have a crush on…


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I come with baggage. I’m not happy with myself, and I’m not really looking. I think I want someone who will adore me, shower me with gifts and wonderful words, but I had that. And it wasn’t enough.
See, I haven’t found my identity yet. I’m 30 years old and still feel lost. Every day brings a new challenge I wasn’t prepared for, and I find myself struggling.
But you don’t need that. You don’t want that. You have a life you’ve chosen to lead and appear to be happy.
And in the end, that’s what I really want – to be happy.

But I wouldn’t be at all heartbroken if you came with that happy….

Read my profile, bitches


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Jeeeeezus. Read before you send please. Not reading it is a pretty damn surefire way to get ignored.
I do not want a relationship, so don’t message me about how you want one.
I do not want kids, so if you want them one day, let’s not even date, just in case a relationship develops.
I have tattoos. You don’t have to have any, but don’t message me if you don’t like them!

And what’s with the damn “I’ll be your huckleberry” still??!!

I don’t think I’m ready to do this, and yet I just keep on keepin’ on.