Sometimes all I want is information.
I was job hunting and applied for two different public relations-type positions at a medical center.
I had been on a sip and go nearly a year before with a man who worked as that medical center’s Director of Radiology and Imaging Services. After three months had passed and I hadn’t even received an automated generic rejection from the hospital, I sent an email to the radiology guy I had met more than a year prior.
You’ve heard the phrase “he’s just not that into you.”
I argue a guy can avoid you because he once was too into you.
At least twice recently, I had conversations with women about men from their pasts. In both cases my two friends knew the men from workplaces, were close friends or at least kind of fooled around with them, had lost touch over the years, and had slightly reconnected via Facebook
But both female friends said roughly the same thing to me.
“He doesn’t show any interest in maintaining the friendship we used to have.”
My response to both of the women is “He was too into you.”
I found a magazine among my stack the other day and flipped through it. It was a publication from the county in Northern California where, until recently, my mother Ann and stepfather Bob lived.
I read the ads and the few articles. The magazine was mostly designed for out of town visitors. I was particularly interested in the map on page 82.
There’s a covered bridge near their place?
I guess I did know that. Why on earth didn’t I check that out when I had the chance?
I was reminded of all the trips I decided not to make for no good reason. I skipped weddings and more.
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At some point in the last three months or so I became acutely aware that all I had been experiencing in the last three years or so (and especially in the last two years) has been happening for some grand cosmic reason.
Oh how I often wish it wasn’t so. But it is.
The knowledge of this is like when you know that the guy or gal you’re dating or married to isn’t right for you but gosh darn it he or she is better than being alone.
You wish you didn’t know it and you wish you were wrong.
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What kind of an adventure would you like to embark on?
Would you want one where all the options are chosen in advance?
Would you want an adventure where all the risks have been thoroughly assessed?
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My friend and fellow journalist Steve is always busy. Busy. So terribly busy.
I asked him once, “Do you have time to hang around with me?”
“No. Too busy for you.”
I would argue he doesn’t want to stop being busy, even if a genie popped from a bottle and gave him one bazillion dollars.
Look at this person! This person is busy. Crazy busy!
Oh how people wish they could go back in time or forward in time……
In the early 1990s, I bought a computer game for my father John for some occasion like a birthday, Father’s Day, or the holidays. The game ran on our MS-DOS system computer and bore the name Timequest.
The plot begins in the year 2090. A bad guy has stolen a time machine and traveled into the past. He’s altering historical events to make the outcomes of these events change. The game player is charged with taking another time machine and stopping and reversing the heinous doings of the bad guy. If the bad guy isn’t stopped, the world will fall apart.
Timequest was hard to play. My father and I had to order the secret manual from the creator in order to manuever our ways through six geographical locations in nine different time periods. The secret involved gathering items or doing just the right thing in order to stop the altered timelines.
We seemed to often get stuck dealing with the death of Julius Caesar in Rome of 44 BC.
There are plenty of lists that mock certain “types” of posts on Facebook. You’ve surely read those posts from people who constantly talk about how much they love their significant other or that they just finished a crazy difficult exercise routine or ate the world’s tastiest burrito.
The website Funny Or Die satirizes the popular social medium’s users who post– among many things– about being terribly alone or unlovable.
http://www.funnyordie.com/lists/6706d22475/people-who-should-be-immediately-unfriended-on-facebook
I’m adding another type of poster: The Mysterious Illness I Won’t Explain.
It doesn’t seem possible, but it was one year ago today that we took off for [insert location here], so our [child]could have specialized surgery there. The surgery was a success and we were well taken care of in the [number] weeks we spent there thanks to our doctors and nurses and to the friends and family who lent their support. Feeling a lot of gratitude today.
