Submitted by PattyCakes on Mon, 03/31/2008 - 8:59pm.
fuck me.
so I am in the seperation process. part of me feels like cheering, part of me feels like sobbing.
why oh why are women so standoffish?
It seems like they all have these tight knit groups of friends, and theres no room for any others.
Theres always something about me that keeps them at bay.
Maybe I am an asshole.
I am so tired of feeling absoloutly alone. My best friend, goddess bless his ass is on the phone with me 24/hrs a day pretty much but soon my husband will be gone and here I will be, floating out in Portland no social life, just me and the kids.
Its always been this way. Theres been a few chicks that could stomach me, I guess but its always guys. Men or nothing.
Or I sit in here and rot.
But they are pretty much incapable of being my friend. They wouldn't even wanna talk to me if I didn't have this ass in these jeans and long hair and be all made up and sparkly. So what do I do? Go crazy, or suck it up and at least get my mind off things? I try, I am friendly and still. I keep my dark sense of humour to myself initialy , I try and stay neutral on subjects that may be offensive or contrary to Jane Q Public, and still nothing. It can't just be me that feels this way.
where are all the girls?
You go into a bar- 95% men.
I put an add on CL, all the chicks flake out.
I used to go to parties, 95% men.
So where do all the girls go?
what do they do?
I don't know, I am feeling very lonely today, and wished I never moved out here.
I listen to two women at the park and they talk about nothing so much and it could put me to sleep, and I wonder they aren't funny, they aren't that pleasant they are boring as hell and yet they found a way to get something going to where they have agreed to meet up?
I am so tired of feeling like an outsider.
too radical,
not radical enough
too outspoken
not gay enough
too wild
too tied down with the kids to be spontaneous
too mainstream looking
tell women I used to dance and its like telling them I used to be involved in the White Power Movement. They find that out and its over.
So I don't, of course.
On line doesn't count.
I don't understand. Is it just most chicks are straight and they pretty much get concerned with their male counterparts life and all his friends? I mean where are they? Are women just always 100% of the time consumed with taking care of their kids, running errands, playing wifey and spending time with their extended families?
Are single moms just so busy busting their ass that their dance card is full?
I don't want to sit around here the next couple months while this divorce moves along and we get situated and watch my soon to be ex run around with his best friend playing disc golf, going to drumcircles, bars and avoiding me while I get to either sit here by myself or wander through some strange city feeling even lonlier, or meet up with people (men) that really just have some agenda and make the situation worse, because as all you single moms know, he may not be my man, but he sure will still be as jealous as if he was. Yeah, I can get out of the house with the kids and take the to the park, but thats the antithesis of fun for me. And I feel dumped on by it. Oh, Daddy needs some down time so him and his buster ass best friend are going to go do something kid free and meet people and I can take you guys to the McDonalds play place or the or The Childrens Museum and be alone in my head like always stewing in it.
Funny how hes exerting his independence that hes always craved so badly but was afraid to say convienently enough when his loser as buddy is here to go do things with but me finding solitary activities that are low cost is a great substitute for human contact.
I hate him today.
And I really hate that without a keyboard or a telephone, I would have no communication to the outside world.
I have solid friends close by, but would like to make more as my interests change. People often think that I don't like them, I guess I give off the stink eye that I really don't mean at all. I also don't share a lot about myself straight off, and so end up feeling misunderstood though I recognize by now that that's pretty much on me. I feel like I don't want to waste my time on people who are going to prejudge me.
Really I wanted to reply though to what's going on with your husband. Are you okay?
I'm in olympia; if you're ever up for the day we could try to hang out and not stink eye each other! In some ways I love the initial friendship stage, where you hear all each others stories and shock each other with your complexities. It shouldn't be so hard to find.