Watching men working on the house reminds me, yet again, how much men fumble. Not all men, just most. Not that I don't. Planning is important, and it seems like most of us avoid it. Doing tedious work takes a lot of energy. Despite the fact that planning that work reduces some of the tedium, it seems easier to use the available energy to do the work, instead of the planning. However, it never works. Sometimes I just feel like men are much more likely to use brute force, or rush ahead, and then things break, take more time, cause more problems. I'm guilty of it, but I don't want to be.
I am trying very hard right now not to fumble. I'm trying to keep work in check. I'm trying to keep my emotions in check. I'm trying to keep it together and do everything the right way.
I have to say something right now. I am not unhappy, but I am lonely. Normally my situation is OK. I don't mind. Then the moon rotates, the tides get higher, and I get emotional. It is at these times (fueled so often by bad television) that I realize how alone I am. It isn't that I don't love people, and am loved by them. They just aren't in my daily existence right now. I don't need a man in my life romantically, but I would like one. The sting of not having one, would normally be alleviated by having friends around. I don't have any friends around. Part of it is circumstantial right now. Part of it is my own fault. I'm so picky and guarded...I resist making new, close friends. Plus, nothing compares to old friends. They know you so well, and most kinks have been ironed out long ago. They are family. Those of you that aren't close by, I miss you. For those of you that are close by, thank you for being so nice! I love the whole lot of you! I have good things going on right now, and good things are always better when they are shared. :-)
Ok, survey time! Would I be good at running a small retail store? How about if my Mammy was doing the financials?
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