I know sometimes I ramble on about being alone when in reality, I'm exactly where I want to be. I think I have moments of weakness when I actually do miss having a significant other and then something always knocks me back into reality. Usually, it's someone I know going through some relationship drama that makes me want to vomit and run for cover. At times like those, I feel thankful that my life is without that kind of drama.

Unfortunately, my life has other areas that take up the slack. I just read an article today about diabetes and stress. HA! And people think carbs are what kill...

First and foremost on my bitchfest for today is my elderly mother. I call her "mother" for lack of anything else to call her. You see, this woman who looks like my mother really isn't my mother at all. The aliens must have abducted her about 5 years ago and put a empty pod in her place. The empty pod doesn't like to do the things my mother used to like to do. In fact, the only activity this pod likes is sitting in the dark and rocking in the rocking chair. The pod won't bathe, brush her teeth or eat properly, but when asked about depression, "it" responds that everything is fine.

I'm at the point of pulling my hair out because I don't know what to do to help change things. All this stress is effecting my health, but short of installing an on/off switch in my head, I don't know how to just accept the fact that there isn't anything I can do. Believe me, over the past 5 years, I have tried everything known to man to interest the pod in anything and any suggestion I make is met with instant resistence. I even went as far as one day saying to the pod, "Okay we're even!" (I felt she was paying me back for me being such a rebellious shit in my younger years) The pod knew what I meant without any further explanation and it laughed at my frustration!

The second bug that has crawled up my ass are people who disappoint me...I know,BOO HOO! I figure at this stage of life meaning "adulthood", people should follow through on things they say they are going to do or else they need to just keep their well-meaning pieholes closed. I'm tired of doing things for everyone and in turn, feeling like I'm used and unappreciated. Yes, I know I allow this and need to be a little less giving, but to be honest with you, I don't know how to be any other way. And I really don't think it's me who has the problem! Being able to give to others is an attribute, but the longer I live, the more I see it's an attribute that's taken advantage of by leeches, emotional vampires and other bottom feeders. At this moment I just want to tell everyone to "suck my ass dry!" I NEED DRUGS! NOW! And the sad part is, I'll take a deep breath or twenty and just go about my business.

Gratitude statement: I'm grateful for being able to tell those around me, the givers of stress to fuck off ocassionally.

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  1. a good way to discriminate pod people from the real ones is to ask about baseball stats - if they seem certain then they are pod people and you should pounce.

  2. It is a fine line between being open and being cautious for self protection purposes. I guess I generally err on the side of openness.

  3. Ur-spo, great suggestion, but what do I do with the pod once I find out it is a pod? Do I just let it continue to rock?

    Laoch, all the good ones err on the side of openness!

  4. oh, truly, you and I need to get together and initiate the first 3 day Bitchfest. It could be an annual event.

    and...telling people (even those we love) to fuck off is just about the sweetest stress reliever there is.

  5. Jnuts, I'm up for a 3-day Bitchfest with you. Any particular rules to the bitchfest?? And when would you like to start?

  6. only rules: when bitching about genitals, the words tiny or cavernous aren't mentioned.

  7. Sounds like a plan! And how does April 17th sound as a day to kick off this 3 day Bitchfest? Or do you prefer to do it after the weekend?

  8. Hello ME located on the other side of my computer screen... Do I have an identical soul out there? Seriously... we need to stop meeting like this. Shall I copy and paste how natural and good it feels to give and help only to get bitten and raped back? There has to be a middle ground!
    Once again, I hear and feel your pain. I'm sorry about your Mother, maybe take her to a male strip club and shock her into coming back to her body?