I made it... no "dry socket"!
And, the soreness from being stuck is fading quite nicely, too.
I didn't eat yesterday before I went in.And, I did what I had to do *grin* to relax.
Consequently, by the time I got home from there, and the Giant afterward, I was hungry.
Thank Gawd I had mashed potatos in the fridge. After I got the shit from Giant put away, I went and laid down, to sleep off the time I wasn't supposed to be smoking. Got up around 1:30am, or so.
Came on down here.
Jr. was asleep, all contorted in my chair with a cat sleeping on him.
I mostly just farted around on here. Then, Eric came down.
(After I went up there and got him up because he ignored the alarm clock AGAIN...)
Anyway, he's fine, at first.
Then, a few minutes later, I hear him muttering and struggling with something in the kitchen and sounding pissed, which instantly pisses me off. I don't know why, but it does sometimes... I say outloud, "What the FUCK?" and get up and go out to the kitchen.
He's got the paper bag with the donuts in it and two of the boxes of donuts are sitting on the counter, but he wanted the third one which was not coming out easily, nor was the lid cooperating, so, as I walk into the kitchen, he loses it and rips the bag in half and gets his damned donuts. Jesus. I looked at him, and always helpful, say, "Well, that's real nice. Rip the bag up. The cats coulda played with that, ya know and I did just get done picking up alla the shit off this floor not five minutes ago..." (Which, by the way, was the truth. I had just picked up the bags from the grocery store from earlier.)
Then, I picked up the paper bag, crumpled it up, stuck in an empty cat food bag serving as a trashbag and came back in here.
I grabbed my shit and went past him, up the stairs and into the bathroom for a while.
Read some Stephen King, laughed out loud at a coupla his turns-of-phrase(s?) and, eventually, I came back down here. Eric was outside and George was awake.
George was on the computer, so I think that's when I went back to bed.
Laid there a while, watching TV and reading, then woke up around 12:30, I think. When I came down this time, Sr. was in for lunch.
Jr., too, I think, but I didn't see him.
I go into the kitchen and somebody (maybe somebody who constantly leaves cabinets and drawers open?) has left the stupid pantry door open
(can ya tell I like this bull?)
Totally pissed. This, and the fact that he's got pizza in the microwave, brings Sr. out to see what the problem is, which I "related" to him.
And, by "related" I mean told him in a voice that said, "We both know I didn't leave this door open and that you and Jr. are the only two here right now, so YOU CAUSED THIS!", which he knows anyway, but still.
Ya know?
So, I mop up the cat pee and wipe off the bag and throw it into the pantry and slam the door closed.
"Closed" being the operative idea in that little demonstration (which, by the way, I am certain sailed right over his head because of the anger, but fuck it. It still felt good to do). Shortly after that, I again retreated to the bathroom and Stephen King and read and smoked and felt better and came back down eventually and...
here I am. I think it worked this time.
This time when I came down, there were no disasters waitin' for me.
I was able to come down, get a cuppa coffee and get to this point without anything bad occuring.
And, since it does seemed to have worked this time, I think I'll go ice that cake I made yesterday early in the morning and maybe bake some cookies. I did, after all, get special dark chocolate chips especially for him.
Oughta use 'em before he finds 'em and eats 'em plain, I suppose.
Plus, I have to admit that the "fry his brains" aspect of making special tollhouse cookies just for him after the two fucked up encounters we've had today is making me giggle. Poor fucker won't know what to make of it...
*lol* One question, though... I kept thinking earlier that I need to stop letting his moods affect mine.
But, if I do that, isn't that building walls or cutting connections?
I mean, the only people whose moods don't have an affect on me are the people I could give a shit less about.
Yes, 99% of the entire population of the planet... I don't know 'em, I don't care about 'em, and they have no affect on me. For him not to have an affect on me... how does that happen, if not by me regarding him like I do everybody else, pretty much?
I don't wanna do that... Floor's yours, y'all...
I'll be back.
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One of the hardest things to sort out in relationships between friends is distinguishing between boundaries (think of curtains that can be yielding,flexible, and open at times, yet can provide a private, concealed, temporary refuge when one wants to stand apart for awhile) and walls, which are always solid and unyielding and signify a more coldly permanent detachment. When you become enmeshed in someone else's moods and wind up feeling what they feel, doing what they do, and not being you, it may be because of weak boundaries (that can always be made a little stronger without ever having to build the more solid wall that can block out the best part of friendship)...strong boundaries (not strong walls)are totally cool among friends and can keep you sane and free from being too easily affected by anothers moods and feelings. Boundaries allow you to let out bad feelings and they close to protect you from harm, but they can open to let good things through. They allow you to give and receive support, but can be pulled tightly closed by you when needed.The secret to boundaries is finding the middle ground....not too strong to block out the good stuff, not too weak to let the moods and feelings of someone close affect you. It's always best to save the good stones for building strong walls as a shield to strangers and the crazy stuff of the outside world. Take it from someone with a lot of experience building walls....boundaries are a lot harder, but once you find and establish your own middle ground boundaries, you'll find that it's worth the effort. (P.S. Best wishes for a quick and painless recovery from the "teefus work"!)
Posted by: vizsladog3 at December 06, 2006 09:43 PM (5U/Gc)
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