Category Archives: Rants

So, I sign onto Maplestory, excited to see all the changes. There was a massive update last night that lasted over 9 hours which ended all the November/Turkey Day quests and brought in a bunch of new events. All of the related items for the old quests expired, as is expected. Included in this was a belt my character was wearing which raised her stats enough to be able to wear her armour and weapon. Those items became deactivated. At first, I just noticed the armour and figured, no big deal. I could run around naked for a bit until I leveled. A little nudity never hurt anyone, right?

But then I realize that my weapon is no longer active and I have one on another character but because I’ve just started a quest which requires me to stay logged in for at least an hour, I cannot fetch it. So, now I am naked and weaponless waiting for the quest to finish so I can remedy at least one of those problems. Boo.

I realize, that despite the age difference that makes you nearly a decade my senior, you don’t have the maturity to be in a healthy relationship. You, on the other hand, do not seem to realize that. Perhaps that is why you decided to string a good friend of mine along for over a year and then break up with her, without even telling her. Yea, thanks a lot.

And perhaps it isn’t even my place to say anything (but, hey, it’s my blog asshole) but I’ve been listening to her issues about your relationship for damned near a year. In my book, that’s long enough to wait for you to pull your head out of your ass and work on your shortcomings. So what I don’t understand is how you even have the balls to break up with her when you’re the one who should be wallowing in self pity after a particularly eye-opening dumping.

Without further ado, here is a list of things you need to work on in order to be successful in a relationship. Otherwise, your future endeavors will soon find themselves following the footsteps of your ex-wife and my close friend and not because of lack of trying on their parts. Wake up or, yes, you won’t ever find someone.

Learn how to communicate (Listen up, moron).

Seriously. Learn how to listen to people and hear what they’re saying or have them clarify without throwing everything through your stupid “I’m a man” filter. Then, learn how to tell other people how you feel. I’m pretty sure “I’m breaking up with you” falls into this category.

Prioritize your time (Get a fucking PDA).

You don’t need to please everyone or help everyone or do everything. You need to figure out what’s most important and dedicate sufficient time to those things and people. Working to earn a living? Important. Spending time with your loved ones? Important. Fixing everyone else’s shit? Not so important. The sooner you learn, the better. Otherwise, you’ll just wind up hurting those you care about. Furthermore, your friends and family are sick of you being so damned undependable.

Get over yourself (Now!).

Why should others make time for or care about you when you won’t return the favour? Don’t expect people to sympathize over your situation when you don’t give a crap about theirs. The double standards suck.

Take responsibility (Grow the fuck up).

Relationships are a two way road and if they’re not working, changes are both people need to step it up. You need to make an effort to recognize problems and continue making an effort to minimize them for life of the relationship, if not the rest of your life. Relationships take work and before you can do said work, you have to take responsibility for your share.

These four steps may not be simple or easy but they will help you have a healthy relationship with people. Once you can see beyond yourself, you can see why others have issues with you. Taking responsibility for your roles in those issues and resolving them will be so much easier when you learn how to listen and speak effectively. Unfortunately, this is a lifelong process that never ends. If you’re not up for it, kill yourself.

At the very least, stop fucking my friends around with your shortsighted childishness.

Sincerely,
Cole

Well, here’s the disclaimer: If you’re my friend but you somehow fall into this category, consider yourself the exception (mostly). And I know babies aren’t necessarily the devil, either. I know that they can be a wonderful addition to your family if you’re not Cole.

So, it seems like everyone on Earth has just had a baby or is going to somewhere in the vicinity of the next 9 months. And I know that, ultimately, it’s none of my damned business but, realistically, there has been such a boom that I cannot ignore it. It seems like the pregnant ladies at Lavish number in the double digits and every other day there’s a new thread about it.. There’s an extraordinarily large percentage of people there making room for +1 and it reminds me a lot of how things were when we were at Misawa and I was the only one who had no kids or wasn’t pregnant.

Of course, when you’re not pregnant and have no plans to (ever) be and don’t quite see how it could ever be desirable, it’s hard to not notice it. I know that and I try to take it into consideration but, easier said than done y’know. And I may just be a little reluctant to see all my friendships change because of the new responsibilities parenting adds. I’m a little selfish, yea.

It’s not like it’s entirely unexpected. Many of these twenty-somethings are perfect baby making age and all settled down with their prospective baby daddies. A few of them are even trying (and some even having difficulties doing so, and I do feel for them) but the vast majority simply weren’t not trying hard enough, IMO.

The fact is, that sex resulting in pregnancy is not a surprise. It’s kind of how the world always works and if that’s not the outcome you desire, you’d better do something about it before you look like a god damned roly poly. I can’t help you (well, I could give you a run down of birth control options, eh?) with that. If you’re having sex and not doing anything to prevent pregnancy, then you are trying to have a kid. I mean, that is the definition of “trying to conceive”. Circumstances do not matter. You are not the exception.

However, I’d like to say that all the miraculous “I got knocked up at 17 and life is awesome now!!!111!!” accounts are the exception. Reality check! Things can certainly look up. I’d like to think things will look up as the economy slowly recovers but they can also look down. Far far down. And it’s more likely that will happen than some sudden lightning strike of good luck. It’s just how the world works. It’s hard enough without a baby in the mix.

So if you find yourself staring at a stick full of piss that confirms your worst fears, it’s time to make a mature decision. And having that baby no matter the cost just because you might “like” to have it? Is not mature. Neither is hoping everything looks up. You have to be extremely proactive. You have to make it work. Frankly, unless you think you’re going to burn in hell for having an abortion, I suggest you get scraped before you get emotionally attached to that shit.

My methods may be crude and my opinion may not be popular one but, for fuck’s sake, someone has to tell the world to open its fucking eyes. And the women of the world to close their fucking legs, already.

Life sent me a message toward the end of last week about how I can’t enjoy myself too much or even just a little and BAM! Life bitch smacked me with a cold I am on day 4 of 5 of and still not over. I’m better but man, days 2 and 3 were hell. At least my head is clearer and, yay, I can sort of taste and smell stuff now, but I’m ready to be over this.

On the good news front, we bought a pair of book shelves from Office Depot yesterday and they will be delivered tomorrow so all of our books and DVDs will have a home. Yay! Now to make Ryan buy me these book ends! Well, a girl can dream, can’t she? ;)

I want to be honest with you and I’m sure this will come as a shock to most if not all of you (;)) but.. I hate waiting. No, really. I’m super impatient. I have an incredibly difficult time distracting myself and I’m moody enough that having to wait for something, however insignificant, can ruin my entire day (or week or month or.. life).

There are several things I hate waiting for:

• mail
• deliveries
• business hours
• the pizza guy
• good things (let’s get to the fun already!)
• bad things (let’s just get it over with)
• downloads
• feature films (fuck previews)
• the bathroom
• planes, trains and automobiles
• arriving at the destination
• the cable box to switch dates
• appointments
• sunset/sunrise
• cooperative weather
• e-mails/IMs
• return phone calls
• Ebay auctions
• paycheck deposits
• the week to start
• results from anything

The list goes on but I think it serves its purpose well – that is, the illustrate my hate for waiting. Thus it should be no surprise that I am sick of waiting for my husband. I want him home, already.