April 5, 2011 - Courage My Love

Tuesday has arrived, it's a nothing day, sort of like the middle child. The actual middle day of the work week is cool cause it is "hump day", just past lunch you are over the hump of work and headed to the weekend. Tuesdays however, are forever bland, nothing good happens on a Tuesday, and likewise, nothing bad happens on a Tuesday. It was a day for chores, took the computer in for an upgrade, I jacked up the memory a bit and got the latest Operating system installed. Also took a print in to be stretched. It is a very cool picture I took, had printed on canvas and am now getting stretched onto a frame.

My boss is back at work, after a week or so off. He's a nice guy, thinks he is running NASA somedays, when in reality he is running the kiddy rides at the carnival, but everyone deserves at least one delusion in their life. Have you ever looked at someone and got that weird, a "their not there" feeling? I don't know how to describe it really, sort of like they have a lesser life force in them, like they are fading or something. That's the feeling I get when I look at my boss. Like he is fading, sort of like hobbits do. Strangely enough, he is fairly young, I wonder if he is sick or something I am not aware of.

It's a shop night, which means we are installing widgets. Suits me, I can spend the next 8 hours cruising the internet, checking out the world and some one is paying me for it. Ludicrous, lovely but ludicrous.

I really suck at keeping secrets, if there is something you don't want everyone to know, then for crying out loud, don't tell me. I am great at keeping my secrets (otherwise they would not be secrets) but I have noticed as of late, that I am "gossipping", which I always found a complete and utter waste of time
Women are always getting tagged as "gossips" and sure they do, but by god, men are ten times worse. They gossip about everybody, everyday, everything... oh sure they throw a lot of sexual talk and swear words in, but when all is said and done - it's gossip. Any shop, factory or facility I have ever worked in, the workforce is fueled by gossip and it is pretty safe to say, in my line of work, there has never been many women.

Men gossip to avoid talking about serious things, once they have run the gamut of sports, and hunting, they then move on to the category I like to call "Things I'd like to fuck". Men will discuss physical features, sexual acts and desires as if they were talking about the price of coffee. Eventually, they will see a woman, and the talk swings over along the lines of "I'd like to fuck her" or something similar, and then someone else jumps in with a grapic recounting of a sexual encounter and it may be with a woman, or it may involve a woman and a donkey, or two women, or a goat, a donkey, or... well you get the drift.

They say men think about sex every 5 seconds on average. Well here's news for you, so do women. Only we don't want to fuck everything with a heartbeat and we sure as hell don't want to describe it in detail to a bunch of other women. I do know from personal experience that women have a hard time differentiating between love and lust. I now realize I have never been in love, but lust was sure fun. Maybe women have to tag the word love to the word sex to make it more acceptable to themselves. Not me, not anymore. I see lots of guys I'd like to fuck, I certainly don't want to set up house with them or have their babies, I just want to play with them for a while and then send them home. How the hell did I get onto this subject. Oh yeah, gossip, and secrets. Shows you how my mind works. I do know that just wanting sex and getting what you want takes courage my love.