(Otherwise known as 'Let me tell you all about why today I feel like a big ol' steaming pile of dog poop, into which you just stepped')
First, there's this.
Then, while writing today's previous post about all my weirdnesses and deviations from societal norms and how they reduce my chance to ever have a lasting relatinship, I received an e-mail from him.
Although, I did not tell him about the post, the thoughts and feelings behind it, or even this site, he chose today to tell me why I'm still single and am likely to remain so.
His words were cautionary, not judgemental. They were words of concern, not of resentment. And they were true. They just weren't easy to hear or accept.
I had driven to work today, even though I live close enough to walk and parking is $8. After work, I had to drive straight out to the airport (30 km away) to pick up a friend. Figuring it would take a little while for her to collect her luggage and get through customs, I arrived 20 minutes after the flight was meant to land. I waited until one of the flights that landed 30 minutes after hers came through. Then I left.
For no reason at all, I went to the level above where my car was parked. It took me several minutes to figure this out. When I finally made it to where my car was actually parked, I discovered a huge ugly scrape on the front passenger-side corner. One that could not possibly have happened in that parking lot, given the position of my car. It must have happened earlier, elsewhere.
I got home to discover that Beandog had suffered another panic attack, rendering him incapable of walking, causing him to panic more. He seems to be in pain. I've given him a double-dose of aspirin, and he seems to be drifting off to sleep.
I wish I could.
On an unrelated note, could somebody please tell me how to get a gmail invite?