Another day has come and gone, my mind has been wondering terribly. Drifting from idea to idea and situation to situation. I look at how alone I really am, like, really alone. I can say I have one well acquaintance the others are just names with no real connection. I try to work on relations with these people but how can when I'm a different breed of creature than them? I try not to give a shit about Aaron and his communication process. I don't hear from him every night like all these other girls hear from their dudes. Or at least that is the way they make it seem... that everything is hunky-dory or they have to throw that out there to make themselves feel secure about their situation. Women are a conundrum, plain and simple. It's so much easier just being solitary but I will admit, every now and then I yearn for that normalness that is female interaction then usually afterwards I feel like I've been skullfucked. Not kidding, I usually leave with a migraine, ugh. Few women can sit there and enjoy the breeze with a drink in their hands... They can't enjoy the silence. They're too busy with their heads up their husbands ass relaying all of the information that they spoke to them in confidence.
Tonight is the first night I'm actually making myself an actual dinner... It's weird, I'm for once hungry for food, good food. I think I'm finally growing comfortable with his absence. I've read a little here about the 0211 MOS and I'm willing to live an incomplete life because when we retire, Jesus, it best be filled with escapes and mountains, jungles and awesome. I know I want to get my degree whatever the hell for the Vet Tech crap-o-la and just carry that around with me and do what I can to help wherever we go. I'm good at what I do, awesome in fact and I can't see doing anything else. I need the boys with me, I need my dogs. I'm still very apprehensive about the child thing... Maybe at around 28. I had always said 25 but that's next year and I don't fucking think so. Plus, hopefully we'll be at a better military installation or he'll have found a civilian job and is banking +$80K a year, hahaha.
And what the hell has been up with the bogus ass friend requests from people I have had zero contact with in FOREVER? I hate it but of course my curiosity gets the better of me... eegads.
But yes, it's man time (Beer, Steak and Potato). I don't have time for this.
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