Too many cooks

     I recently announced to a friend that I am the queen of analogies (pictures coming soon). With that in mind, I'd like to talk a bit about relationships. Yes, I know that was terrible, but I am not the segue queen, so bear with. I didn't date in high school, which I thought was a fabulous idea at the time, I suspect, however, that combining that with my first relationship being eight years long and rather negative, I missed out on some rather formative experiences in life. 

     One of the things I am horrifically bad at is knowing when to end things. I am horrible about giving people not just second and third chances, but even 156th and 398th chances, all the while quietly sinking into the quagmire of my self-contempt and their abuse. Terrible, I know, but it stems from wanting to believe the best

Delayed

There will be a new story here eventually, I promise. Today, however, has been given over to utter relaxation, lack of worry, and eating whatever I want. Moreover, having been a lazy butt all day, I am now going to go on a walk for some fresh air and exercise. Everyone needs a day off, even when they're unemployed (a state I intend to change soon, so better get that relaxing in!). Cheers!

Bad amazement

    It is entirely possible that I had an unusual upbringing. I have come to realize, over the years, that not everyone's family would allow you to get up from the dinner table for only two things: to go to the bathroom, and to check the dictionary. Not everyone's family encouraged reading the classics at the age of 8. It is not common for families to have arguments of the etymology of words on a regular basis. Add to this the fact that I went to school for four years in a school system that was positively rigorous about spelling and grammar, and you get an idea of why my background might be slightly unusual when it comes to words.
    Regardless of these factors, however, one would still hope that the general public had managed to pick up enough basic usage of the English language to prevent me from having a permanent bruise from banging my

Cranky day

   Today is one of those days. Not necessarily a day where nothing goes right, but rather a day where nothing feels right. You wake up in a grumpy mood, and just unconsciously decide to be contrary. Nothing is right, you don't want to do anything, everything is just slightly off. Not enough to anger, just enough to miff. Or possibly tick. Definitely something that ends with "you off".
    My day started with poor sleep and crummy dreams. In them, someone I know very well was being a jerk, and, despite there being no possible way it was their fault, I still woke up feeling very put out with them.

A more serious note.

     Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I quite simply told someone that I did not want to pursue the possibility of re-opening a friendship. As simple as it seems, this was quite possibly one of the hardest thing I'd done in my life. I don't like hurting people, so I usually end up hanging around until things reach absolute breaking point, and I just walk away from it all. In this case, however, I felt it best to step up and just be honest.
    Brief background: I grew up as a military brat, so I never really had to deal with having people around who don't like how I grow and change. Every three years, there was a new batch of people, a chance to explore new things, and grow into a new person. While this does wonders for one's sense of adventure and willingness to accept different ideals, it leaves one slightly gimped in the area of how to deal with change-