*Blog post started on April 27, 2020.
I think my sanity maybe finally be coming into question during this lock down. Trying to get back into the dating games has resulted in me downloading Snapchat. The filters are fun, but putting a run on sentence over a picture you want me to appreciate is pretty tricky. It may just be my critical eye needing more than 10 seconds.
On the dating front, I may just have to wait till someone finds me. Signing up for premium services seems too pricey in an age where no subscription service (with the exception of HBO, and you keep track of when that month is over) should cost more than $9.99. The ex-girlfriend said she was a premium subscriber on Plenty of Fish. Here is to hoping that she cancelled that after our relationship got started, but then again, with all the debit cards she has lost, it probably got cut off that way. I guess I better hope she gets back together with the ex-fiancé who she is moving back in with to avoid that scenario.
Living with my ex-girlfriend is wearing on me. She is making it feel like I am the only person who has ever taken responsibility for her well being. With her mental issues, I am hoping that is just her perception and not the reality. Since no one takes care of her, being inconsiderate must be something she is okay with. If she tries to be considerate because she knows I was just trying to withdraw from as situation, all she knows is to withdraw herself.
After sitting down to our must watch TV, she resumed the crafts she was making all day in the living room but moved it to her designated space. It feels like she only wanted the routine of watching Sunday night TV, to hell with my company. It makes me feel like a dick for not shouting at you to quit playing a YouTube video on your phone when I have made my lunch and want to settle down for some TV. We watched "Westworld" without any questions during it, I got comfortable. To walk out after the EMP went off seems a bit cold.
It is my fault for being empathetic. If I sense something is wrong, I want to deal with it. I want everyone to feel better. I guess that is my justification for telling conservative trolls that they are assholes in well thought out ways. I wonder how they would react if I told them they were straight up wrong.
I have been thinking about writing a blog showcasing one of the cocksuckers (I want to use cunt, but as long as Jeanine Pirro, Ann Coulter, Kelly Ann Conway, Tomi Lahren, etc. act the way they do, the "worst" cuss word in this country is feminine hence hateful to the gender.), but what good would that do besides create some content. Well if it gets Twitter in trying to eliminate a person who at the very least acts like a bot, I cannot knock it. If they turn it on me, I have two accounts so I could still have a voice. It would just be a shame to @russthebus or @maineventzombie.
The truth of the matter is, these blogs are primarily typed up during downtime at work, on a computer with social media firewalls. Transcribing the bullshit insults they spread from my phone to the computer is a lot of work. This is the first time I missed my last hospitality job. There, it would have all been cut and paste.
But the need for unnecessary content stems from a lack of routine. I guess I should not be too harsh on my ex's Sunday routine. The only problem is, an HBO series seem popcorn worthy. The problem is, when you have a bowl of Orville as Maeve's inability to move on results in a strong fight scene with Dolores, how are you going to watch an niche 90-minute movie afterwards? Pop Secret and cinema go hand-in-hand.
No, more snacks on hand is not the answer. Some of us have been diagnosed with diabetes over here. I say diagnosed instead of have because I personally think I am still a very sweet person despite the negativity being spouted. All of that sweetness just resides in my liver. Imagine the energy a organ recipient would have if they got that from me. Imagine the alcohol tolerance.
It is a new week, so at least I will have pro-wrestling to justify sharing space with someone who does not have anything in common with me. I say that because she also said she disliked "Boardwalk Empire" as I was going to watch that as I ate supper. This is after she decided to sit through three seasons of it with me. Where else am I going to go? Is she going to pay for another cable box?
It is all HBO's fault. If only they got HBO Max out the moment the quarantine occurred, I could probably be watching AEW Dynamite on Apple TV in any room that chose instead of Xfinity in the yarn-filled living room and an ex who will not let my better half, Eva the Cat, have the recliner to herself.
I guess the idea of "AT&T Time Warner +" suggests that I will eventually get through this lockdown's current surroundings. Patience is a virtue. And if I do not get AEW on HBO Max, I can always blame Tony Khan. As a wrestling fan, you cannot hate Tony Khan.
So at least I got a theme for this week of blogs. Hate is just a waste of time. Too bad my little brother had to wake me with text to rub in the Saudi purchase of NUFC. The lack of compassion makes me question his political affiliations. Of course, you got to question Liverpool fans about everything.
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