Rambler.

[judecorp]

I feel like I should have something to say about all of this Iraq business, or about all of this Dubya business, or about all of this Taft budget cut business, but quite frankly, it just makes me tired and pissy. And I just don't have time to be Senorita Pissypants right about now, because I have a job to do and a sick girl to take care of. So I try not to even think about it. I don't watch the news. I don't read the news. I don't listen to the news. I drive by the gas stations and I haven't put gas in Gargamel (though I really have to do that soon). I think moment-to-moment about work, and about my plans, and about what my Jennifer needs. Today I picked up liquid antibiotic and liquid ibuprofen. I think CVS now thinks I have a child.

I called the doctor's office to see if she thought I should do anything about this mono thing. The nurse called me back and used the "partner" word again. Shoot if that doesn't give me the heebie jeebies. I equate "partner" with "spouse" in my mind, although I don't know if I'd ever personally use the word "partner," and I certainly don't consider The Girl my spouse. I've done all the rushing into longterm commitment stuff that I ever want to do for the rest of my life. I did it at 22, because I was young and foolish and dumb dumb dumb. No thanks. I'm enjoying the time we spend together and seeing where it goes. No need to slap a big pretentious label on it.

My friend Louise told me that I was a boy trapped in a girl's body. She was saying this in reference to the fact that I am a smooch bandit and I objectify women. But she was so much righter than she really knows. I adore Louise to pieces, even if she insists on calling me Schmoodie.

jjustj says I should go to bed now, so goodnight Livejournal. Give peace a chance.

Comments

[swisscheesed.livejournal.com]

I understand where you're coming from with the whole "commitment" deal, but it still makes me wince and get more than a little pissy if T. makes flippant comments about not considering me ready-to-move-in-with marriageable spouse material. Because every girl wants to feel like their significant other's special gem, delusional or not.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Oh, I definitely think she's my special gem. There's no doubt about that. I'm just not at a point in my life where I can make that sort of lifetime commitment again. There's something very humbling about making that sort of commitment in front of 200 friends and family members, and then perpetually having to take it back.

Just this past August, at a wedding back home, I had to go over it again with my high school friend's little sister. It never ends! (And this year is a reunion year, yay.)