So Many Things
Two days ago Tuna gave me a flower when he arrived at work. For no reason.
Although initially I was very hesitant to go to the extreme, my talk with HR seems to have paid off. Since then, LEL has been nothing but smiles and sunshine to me. Except for her little digs, which I'm letting roll off my back. You know, until I go home and post about them on my blog. Like yesterday, when the Cowboy wanted to send me out to buy a bottle of wine and I got my ID out. LEL said "You sure are vain, aren't you?" Ummm.... I'm 29, still remember when I was in a position to sell alcohol but not good at telling people's ages, and thought taking ID was the right thing to do. Besides, when Nice Partner saw the bottle of wine I'd picked out for Tuna (birthday) he told Tuna to feel free to regift it to him. So STFU, LEL.
I quit therapy this week, after four sessions. I only had a total of five free ones, and figured in case I screw up over the summer, best to save that last one. Besides, none of my issues were going to be solved in that last session, and I'm back in control of my life well enough that I no longer feel the need to have a professional supervise it.
Ruby, my Walking Buddy, and I, keep trying to get together to walk, to no avail. Sickness, weather, and the ends of fiscal year keep getting in the way. Any day now...
This summer I have to move. In preparation, I have been exploring 'hoods. My categories are 8:15 am, and 8:30 am, which refer to the time I would have to leave home to get to work by 9 am. Guess living in SF is changing me while I haven't been paying attention. When first moving here, I looked at an apartment in Japantown. Aside from feeling like it was too far away from work, mine was the only white face I saw, and that made me uncomfortable. While looking at apartment listings recently I saw a good one in Japantown, it reminded me of that, and I dismissed it as not being an issue.
What depresses me is that I don't feel cool enough to live in the neighborhoods I like and think I'd be happy in, except for that fact. Really, the issue may just be that I'm not cool enough for cities. I'd do better in a place like Alma, Wisconsin (no offense to Alma). Even Chippewa Falls might be a stretch for me. It's not even like that nerdy boy thing, where your average geeky boy is all of a sudden cool within his nerdiness, because of his nerdiness. Aside from not being a boy, I'm not nerdy. Sure, I read during my lunch hour. But I'm reading British Glamour, not quantum physics.
Lastly and least importantly, what's with Madonna and her leotards lately? Does it have something to do with the rollerskating in her video? Is it an 80's thing? Which by the way, was bad enough the first time around, so why are we doing it again?
Although initially I was very hesitant to go to the extreme, my talk with HR seems to have paid off. Since then, LEL has been nothing but smiles and sunshine to me. Except for her little digs, which I'm letting roll off my back. You know, until I go home and post about them on my blog. Like yesterday, when the Cowboy wanted to send me out to buy a bottle of wine and I got my ID out. LEL said "You sure are vain, aren't you?" Ummm.... I'm 29, still remember when I was in a position to sell alcohol but not good at telling people's ages, and thought taking ID was the right thing to do. Besides, when Nice Partner saw the bottle of wine I'd picked out for Tuna (birthday) he told Tuna to feel free to regift it to him. So STFU, LEL.
I quit therapy this week, after four sessions. I only had a total of five free ones, and figured in case I screw up over the summer, best to save that last one. Besides, none of my issues were going to be solved in that last session, and I'm back in control of my life well enough that I no longer feel the need to have a professional supervise it.
Ruby, my Walking Buddy, and I, keep trying to get together to walk, to no avail. Sickness, weather, and the ends of fiscal year keep getting in the way. Any day now...
This summer I have to move. In preparation, I have been exploring 'hoods. My categories are 8:15 am, and 8:30 am, which refer to the time I would have to leave home to get to work by 9 am. Guess living in SF is changing me while I haven't been paying attention. When first moving here, I looked at an apartment in Japantown. Aside from feeling like it was too far away from work, mine was the only white face I saw, and that made me uncomfortable. While looking at apartment listings recently I saw a good one in Japantown, it reminded me of that, and I dismissed it as not being an issue.
What depresses me is that I don't feel cool enough to live in the neighborhoods I like and think I'd be happy in, except for that fact. Really, the issue may just be that I'm not cool enough for cities. I'd do better in a place like Alma, Wisconsin (no offense to Alma). Even Chippewa Falls might be a stretch for me. It's not even like that nerdy boy thing, where your average geeky boy is all of a sudden cool within his nerdiness, because of his nerdiness. Aside from not being a boy, I'm not nerdy. Sure, I read during my lunch hour. But I'm reading British Glamour, not quantum physics.
Lastly and least importantly, what's with Madonna and her leotards lately? Does it have something to do with the rollerskating in her video? Is it an 80's thing? Which by the way, was bad enough the first time around, so why are we doing it again?
posted by Green at 3/23/2006 07:14:00 AM
8 Comments:
Good luck hunting!
Ah, Tuna's a good guy. Maybe your wit brightens his day like it brightens mine. That's a reason for ya.
I'm really bad at judging people's age. When I worked at a convenience store, I carded anyone who didn't look old enough to be my parent. Some got really pissed, but I didn't have $500 to spend on the fine, so I figured better safe than sorry.
Every couple years, my boyfriend gets someone who thinks he's five years or more older than he is. It was cool when he was 19 and didn't get carded buying beer, but now he's 29, saying, "Wait a minute, I don't look middle aged...." I still get those "you look so young" comments. Pretty soon people are going to mistake him for my dad.... :D
Go for the cool neighborhoods. You're cooler than you think. If I'm wrong, maybe the coolness of the atmosphere will sink into you. In any case, not caring if anybody else thinks you fit in is a giant step toward coolness.
And lastly, Madonna! I know! Leotards? Rollerskating? This is the kind of thing forty-something mothers do that embarrasses their children. And that weird dancing where she flails her arms and legs around.... I wondered if she was having some kind of seizure....
Okay, catty ranting over.
Good luck with your apartment search, not needing that last session, and finding time to walk.
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I think your delete key is stuck "on"!
If you could take 6:15am, you could move up here to beautiful Petaluma where the chickens roam and the skies are not cloudy all day.
I swear it only took me twenty minutes to get downtown from the Haight. The 6, the 7, or the 71 all the way.
I have a feeling that most of those neighborhoods probably aren't cool enough for you... :)
the thing i like most about living in cities is how anonymous everyone is. it doesn't matter who you are or what you are into, you just blend in. it's the burbs where I think I stick out like a sore thumb, but that's my own personal issue.
I think you'd love anywhere along the N-line Cole Valley, Inner Sunset (9th & Irving). You can still walk to everything (incl. GG park), and the nabes are (relatively) safe. You could post an ad for dog sitting in COle Valley and you'd probably get 50 calls within an hour. I also think you'd like living near Clement St (Inner Richmond), but you'd have to transfer to get to work.
And the leotard thing? I think it's to show people that she's almost 50 and can still wear spandex.
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