My hiatus

I'm taking a break from Facebook.  I'm not even posting this to my page, so if you happened upon this...you're just smarter that 89% of what I've been dealing with.  Congrats.


I've received more than a few calls and texts as to why I did this and how long it's going to last.

Let me start with the latter.... I'm not sure, but it could last a very long time.

The next answer is a little trickier. The simple answer is: I HAVE HAD ENOUGH.
I am sick to death of reading every thought that people have, every damn move they've made.  I am exhausted by the lack of creativity. I'm bored by the prospect of seeing one more time how you're potty training, or what you're having for dinner, how much you love Starbucks, that the laundry is piling up while you sit on facebook not doing it.  I DON'T CARE.  Nobody else does, either... they just won't say it.

I refuse to acknowledge the "Repost this if you blah blah blah" or the quizzes that seem to determine people and their self-worth. You're tired? You worked  on your day off? It's not fair? The kids are wild? You slept too long and you can't believe it?   SHUT.     UP.

 
here's a little observation:
      Everybody is tired.  you're not special because of it.
      Everybody works... if not at a job, then at home.  Everybody has laundry and dishes and vacuuming
      Everybody eats, and watches TV. 

There's enough bland in this world.  There's more than enough drama.  Does a simple social network need to add to it?

Think off the cuff.  Life is outrageous. To be funny is to be real.  to observe.  to see things differently.

Until I can go on to Facebook and not want to punch people.... I'm off.  I've already gone through and hit at least 50 people that bore me to tears, I couldn't delete them.... i do have a heart.

back to regularly scheduled Jen

I adore the male species. All of them. I love the way a testosterone fueled mind functions. It doesn’t matter tall or short, simple or complex, nerdy or sexy (mostly nerds are SUPER sexy), married, single, funny, serious, brilliant, average… Even the ones that can’t put socks in hampers. I love that males think different, act different, talk different than females. I could pick a guys brain for days.
However, if you EVER whine like the 40 year old man that I heard tonight, I will personally rip of what’s left of your balls, stomp on them, and throw them back in your purse where they should have been in the first place.



Moral- don’t be a bitch.

Closing Chapters

Each person that I’ve ever allowed into my life, in the sense of my secrets and what makes me me, has had to prove themselves worthy to be partial to what it is that embodies me.
I think the hardest part about closing a chapter on a relationship where you sorely underestimated someone’s character, is wondering if you’ll make that mistake again.

Instead of trying to understand the mistakes, the faults, the who did what, and the who are we going to blame, I’m trying to take away the things that made the relationship worthwhile in the first place.
I am usually a very good judge of character, and I don’t typically allow those who would prove to be not worth my time, past my front door.

I will be friends with just about anyone, but I will not allow those relationships to go past a certain point unless I feel it’s been earned, and the respect is mutual.

I am using this post as the last chance to say I am no longer going to let what has happened turn me into the person that I was starting to become. I am not an angry person, I am one of the craziest and out-going people you will ever encounter. I am not a revengeful person, I don’t seek to destroy others in my quest for coming out on top. I don’t believe in dragging people through the mud to fulfill my own agenda of hate.
And I’m not the type to use anything other than truth when I’m forced to reason with those who may seem unable to be reasoned with.

I am a happy person.


 everyone has a reason for what they do.

I may never know that reason, but I will be able to walk away knowing that my own character wasn’t tarnished, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.

So with this, I close a chapter on a  portion of my 30’s and hopefully start over with a clean slate.
Knowing I was a good friend; I don’t think there’s anything more that I can do.

truthful tuesday

today, i don’t want to be an employee, a boss, a daughter, sister, wife, or productive member of society

i don’t want to talk, or fix, or pay bills, run errands, or do housework, or answer the phone

i’m not worrying about this, or that, or what could be or what was, or what will be.

and i’m certainly not caring about starting sentences with prepositions, or if i even spelled that wrong, or run on sentences, or caring that i really could have looked up another word besides sentences.

i'm not judging you for voting.... don't judge me for NOT voting.

i didn’t vote today.  no excuses.  it’s my day off; i could have made it.  there’s still plenty of time; in all honesty, i just. don’t. care.

i’m tired of it all.  don’t get me wrong, i am proud to be an american.  except for the endless mudslinging, the lies, the dems vs. reps. vs. independ.  abortion, gun control, tax breaks, tax hikes, vote yes, vote no, vote for me, wars, budgets, nuclear arms….dear night.  that’s not even anything compared to the big picture.

i’ve lost track of what the real issues at hand really are.


if someone could please break down the issues into black and white, A and B, with out a voice over that isn’t  paid for by “the friends of”, or “the party of the betterment of”.  simple.  easy.
party A stands for this.  No pictures, no male or female, no party labeling.

same with party B.   and party C.

I’m not saying that you all don’t have it figured out.  if you follow the politics, and you have a passion for the politics, and you know what you get out of the politics… welp.  i’m very happy for you.
personally, i see too many lies, people promise and don’t fulfill, the public gets angry because they couldn’t get coffee because they were instead at the poles, the cool kids pick on the dorks for voting for the wrong guy.   all the noise, Noise, NOISE.

it’s a rocking chair effect, it gives you something to do, but are we really going anywhere?

i don’t know anything about politics.  i’ve never claimed to.  i partially blame myself for “not getting involved”, but i mostly blame society for not being able to have a rational discussion with me about it.  there’s always finger pointing, yelling, and the heated discussions that seem to go nowhere.  the “I don’t know i’m right, but dammit, i’m RIGHT” syndrome.


the world will still be corrupt, my tax money will still be spent on things that i have nothing to do with, and at least have of society will be angry for the next few years over not winning what they thought was the biggest prop ever to surface.

i’m ok with my choices.  i’m alright knowing that i have my own agenda to follow.  there will still be construction, and pot holes, and traffic problems… i’ll take a different route.  there will still be wars, and budget problems, and tax issues…. i’ll do my best as a citizen to be understanding and pay them as i always have done.
 
today, it’s just not worth the effort to make an ill-informed punch on a card because that’s what a commercial told me to, or what my friends like, or how my father feels about something.
today, it’s not a battle to get out and have the guilt of “making the wrong choice” hang over my head and having a sticker to prove it.

today, it’s about having people who really believe that they know what is best for everyone else make choices.  it’s about letting the people who are truly more informed cast the ballot.

today, it’s about my bathrobe and couch and movies.

i vote for my day off.

Hey, don't be an asshole.

"These cars — that’s a school teacher who thinks taxes are too high…there’s a mom with two kids who can’t think about anything else…another car, the lady’s in the NRA. She loves Oprah…An investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah…a Latino carpenter…a fundamentalist vacuum salesman…a Mormon Jay Z fan…But this is us. Everyone of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear — often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers.

And yet these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile-long, 30-foot wide tunnel carved underneath a mighty river…And they do it. Concession by concession. You go. Then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go — oh my god, is that an NRA sticker on your car, an Obama sticker on your car? Well, that’s OK. You go and then I’ll go…”Sure, at some point there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute. But that individual is rare and he is scorned, and he is not hired as an analyst.

Because we know instinctively as a people that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light we have to work together and the truth is, there will always be darkness. And sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the promised land. Sometimes it’s just New Jersey. But we do it anyway, together.

If you want to know why I’m here and what I want from you I can only assure you this: you have already given it to me. You’re presence was what I wanted. Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today and the kind of people that you are has restored mine. Thank you."

Jon Stewart in his closing address at Friday's rally. There it is—simple as that. Fight your instinct to polarize. Learn a thing or two from those who you think are different from you. Don’t be an asshole (-LonelySandwich)



I'm a political idiot, but I understand this.  Bonus... a blog that I really didn't have to write, but says more than i ever could.

also, don't be an asshole.