Well My weekend was nothing but crazy…
It started Friday when I decided to go to Homer, at 8:30 am. I remember why I don't like going places by myself…
I got in the Jeep and messed with the radio buttons, the windows, the air. Put my seat belt on after everything felt perfect and off I went.
I was mid way to Homer and it felt like I was lost. I knew I wasn't. The feeling was really weird. I thought I had already paased the places I hadn't passed and the ones I did pass I didn't remember passing them. My arms and hands felt like they were floating, but I knew they weren't. It felt I was watching myself drive from a distance over head. Zombie like.
Which made me freak out and begin touching the radio knob again, turning the volume down and up until I felt safe.
Then started the windows. Down and up.
To make matters wrose I forgot my inhaler. So the thought of me having an athma attack and dying lingered in my head. However I did not turn around to go get it. I fought that off pretty well. I kept telling myself, it's not that cold out, your not going to be running, just get your friend, eat, then come back to pick it up before going anywhere else.
Anyway, I get over there, we are eatting at the diner, Before the food gets back to the table I wash my hands and feel disgusted that she did not wash her hands before eatting as well. But to each their own. Nancy brings out our drinks and I'm scoping the glass inside and out to make sure it's clean. It bothered me the glass was tinted red which made it more hard to make sure it was clean.
But I had an ulterior motive for the whole day. I don't want to talk about… Because I feel bad and at the same time I don't… I think I feel bad because if someone were to tell me what I did was wrong and I should feel bad, I would tell them I did. So they would leave me alone about it. But the effect it had on me was the complete opposite. I guess I was bored that day… And some would call me selfish.
Anyway, I'm done with that.
Cirena and I went out to eat at the Chinese Buffet later that day. I went go wash my hands and they have a one room stall. One for females and one for males. I was standing outside the door waiting to was my hands and I heard some woman in there hacking her brains out. Which I was not about to go in there after hearing that. So I said hell with this and went into the mens room. No one was using it and it's a one person batroom. So I didn't see the big deal in it.
Then we went to the casino.
After all that I got home about 8:30 pm. So i was gone 12 hours. Which I just wanted to come home and go to bed. Because I was tired and drained. But Cirena wanted to watch a movie. So we did and I fell asleep. And she kept waking me up… Which made me mad. Because she knew I was tired. So we argued about me being in a pissy mood. Which DUHH I was pissy because I was tired.
I think you coped with the day very well. I'm impressed. Congratulations. Does your girlfriend often overstep boundaries and not accept your evaluation of yourself. on such things like I am tired.
Some boundaries still but since I’ve began to point things out instead of just nodding my head it’s gotten better.
She’s clingy sometimes but in a cute way. We use to argue all the time about my needs. We still have our fits. Sleeping is still a big one. Because she snores and I can’t sleep in the same bed as her. Because I just lay there and count her snores until I get mad.
I like silence and alone time. She likes background noise and to be near me 24/7. I like being left alone but I don’t like being loney.
She likes it when I ask about her day and so to please her I ask as soon as she gets home. I don’t care if she does or does not ask me about my day. If she wants to know I’ll tell her or she can read my blogs. She use to get mad at me for not coming home and telling her about my day… And so I use to. But I got tired of it and told her if she wanted to know, to ask me.
She likes to feel appreciated and me on the other hand I could care less if someone appreciates me or not. If I do something for someone it’s because I want them to feel better not me. She gets something out of helping someone, what she gets IDK.
She likes to feel needed.
We are complete opposites. And it just works for us. I don’t think we will ever run out of learning stuff from each other.