The new wall calendar I bought for 2021 kinda sucks. By some stroke of genius at the company that prints the calendar, all the numbers and holidays are printed in light gray. Light gray, people. Can't read the freakin' thing from more than a foot away and even then, I need my glasses. It's a WALL calendar. I should be able to read it while it's hanging on the wall three feet away, for pitysakes. So, in order to be able to read it, I have to go over the dates with a pen before I hang the damn thing on the wall each month. (Yes, I could sit here and do the whole damn calendar all at once, but I'm lazy.) (And yes, I could go buy a new calendar, but I already paid for this one and I'm a tightwad. Also, I wrote on it, so I can't return it.)
The bird of the day is a parrot. I have mentioned before... I hate parrots. No, seriously. I do love birds, and I'd be fine with parrots in the wild if I hadn't lived with a parrot for 3 years... and if the parrot hadn't been owned by a mentally abusive asshole. I can't even look at an African Gray without the anger that relationship caused bubbling up. And I left that dude in 1998. The parrot has become a mental symbol of abuse for me. I probably should see someone about that. :shrug: It's not harshing my ability to live, so I probably won't bother.
Tangentially, the bird's name was Maurice - after the Steve Miller Band song lyric. Can't listen to that song either anymore. Thanks, asshole. You win. I'm still thinking about you twenty-three years later. Thinking nasty thoughts, but still there you are. It will be happy day when I read your obituary*.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people? Women for putting up with crap like that. And the significant others who can't seem to stop abusing the people they are supposed to love. Over the years, I've talked to many women who've been abused. I don't seek them out, but it seems like once we become friends, the stories come leaking out. It's a LARGE pool of people, folks. Way larger than I think the statistics reflect. Way too large considering that we're all supposed to be nice to each other, now more than ever. Feh.
Okay, well, that last part could turn into a full-blown, hours long rant, so I'll stop.
What's pissing you off today?
*Yes, from time to time, I put his name into the search engines. Part of me feels safer knowing where he's at - even after all these years. And part of me is, in fact, waiting for the happy day when I learn he's been hit by a bus. I cheered when I learned his mom died. What a piece of work that chick was. The world is a better place with her gone.
I'm sorry you were abused, but you walked away and that takes amazing courage.ReplyDelete
Lots and lots of big hugs. Maurice was never a fav song so that would be no loss. Parrots are just...weird. They're cool in the zoo or in the wild because I can just walk on by. There are a LOT of unreported abuse cases--by both genders. Gives me a sad. My first capital murder case as a bailiff involved a woman who suffered abuse of her AND her kids for 25 years. TWENTY-FIVE EFFING YEARS!!! Then one day, he's in bed snoring loudly. So she goes to the closet, gets his shotgun and hits him in the chest with both barrels. Defense claimed all sorts of syndroms. Jury ended up with a 2nd Degree verdict, 20 years in prison.ReplyDelete
The first and only man to raise his fists at me got my .357 in his face and a beat-down by the two cops (friends of mine) who responded to my 9-1-1 call. He claimed he was drunk and tried to apologize. I told him I'd shoot the next time I saw his face anywhere close to me. Heh. That was 1978 and I still remember it like it was yesterday. So yeah, sister. I feel you!
Many hugs! Mom told me young that if a man ever hit me, swat him with a heavy frying pan. Best advice she ever gave me, though I was lucky enough not to need it.ReplyDelete