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vicarzMore whining about nothing:
I’m still tired all the time - it’s creepy. I work for a mere 8 hours, sometimes less, at home at a desk - then I feel tired. My workouts are only isometric and 30-45 minutes (my one gymtime a week is only bench, far, far easier than actual lifting).
I’m getting antsy as I have to VD shop for a girl who actually cares about stuff like that. I’m very out of my element - flowers? Dinner in restaurants with someone who knows their wines? She likes places that have dress codes and actually likes those torturedevices called shirts with collars? I can easily blow $100 for 2 in a nice restaurant in a t-shirt. It’s near the end of January and I actually have to make plans, make commitments, and try to guess what she likes. Balls this sucks! /firstworlddatingproblems
Might as well complain about sex (work, work, work!), lazing about, hearing animal noises, and watching snow from inside. “Why won’t she leave me alone? Sigh…”
(hint - she reads this and we poke at each other, she also knows I'm silly)
I don’t know if I’m more impacted by being sliced up, medicine, or just momentum. Was I that much more productive when I was working all the time - so 30 minutes downtime felt like 4 hours now? Sloth begets sloth? How drunk was I on my steady supply of endorphins?
I am just starting to make and keep social plans with my friends again. Some of this is now sort of…dragging the girlfriend around to meet my friends.
Playing south park’s “stick of truth” now feels like work. Seriously? I’m stuck on trying to throw a fart while not in combat mode. I’m so proud that I just typed that sentence.
I hate VD / gifts giving and getting, and a good example of why just arrived from the office. A coworker whom I like, but don’t really know very well, just insisted on having my addy for sending a get well card. I protested and grudgingly agreed as a stupid card would only annoy me slightly and make her feel better. Only, while working yesterday some ‘edible arrangements’ showed up at my door (note - this was not some poly paid service thing).
It’s disgusting. It’s a bunch of shit I don’t eat wrapped in plastic with plastic shooting off of it - including a balloon. I’ve been pricing VD shit, so I know this was easily $50 if not $100, for something I hate and almost find politically offensive. I asked, but got no answer, as the card identifies it as from the group - when it appears more likely it’s from her. So I don’t know if I thank her (which I did) or send something to the group - if it’s not from them then it’s awkward for everyone. This whole fucking thing is laced with 8 types of awkward in a spider web of sick social graces I lack and loathe.
Can I even salvage the chocolate covered strawberries? It’s probably palmer chocolate and I don’t like strawberries unless destroyed in a blender with ice & rum. I feel awful just throwing the stupid thing out, the worthless thing that I don’t like and cost $50-100. Me, who walks blocks on crutches / wearing a brace to avoid paying $5 for parking.
I’ll grin and bear it and there are worse problems to have, but hey this is my little corner to be dramatic and whine about nothing.
I’m still tired all the time - it’s creepy. I work for a mere 8 hours, sometimes less, at home at a desk - then I feel tired. My workouts are only isometric and 30-45 minutes (my one gymtime a week is only bench, far, far easier than actual lifting).
I’m getting antsy as I have to VD shop for a girl who actually cares about stuff like that. I’m very out of my element - flowers? Dinner in restaurants with someone who knows their wines? She likes places that have dress codes and actually likes those torturedevices called shirts with collars? I can easily blow $100 for 2 in a nice restaurant in a t-shirt. It’s near the end of January and I actually have to make plans, make commitments, and try to guess what she likes. Balls this sucks! /firstworlddatingproblems
Might as well complain about sex (work, work, work!), lazing about, hearing animal noises, and watching snow from inside. “Why won’t she leave me alone? Sigh…”
(hint - she reads this and we poke at each other, she also knows I'm silly)
I don’t know if I’m more impacted by being sliced up, medicine, or just momentum. Was I that much more productive when I was working all the time - so 30 minutes downtime felt like 4 hours now? Sloth begets sloth? How drunk was I on my steady supply of endorphins?
I am just starting to make and keep social plans with my friends again. Some of this is now sort of…dragging the girlfriend around to meet my friends.
Playing south park’s “stick of truth” now feels like work. Seriously? I’m stuck on trying to throw a fart while not in combat mode. I’m so proud that I just typed that sentence.
I hate VD / gifts giving and getting, and a good example of why just arrived from the office. A coworker whom I like, but don’t really know very well, just insisted on having my addy for sending a get well card. I protested and grudgingly agreed as a stupid card would only annoy me slightly and make her feel better. Only, while working yesterday some ‘edible arrangements’ showed up at my door (note - this was not some poly paid service thing).
It’s disgusting. It’s a bunch of shit I don’t eat wrapped in plastic with plastic shooting off of it - including a balloon. I’ve been pricing VD shit, so I know this was easily $50 if not $100, for something I hate and almost find politically offensive. I asked, but got no answer, as the card identifies it as from the group - when it appears more likely it’s from her. So I don’t know if I thank her (which I did) or send something to the group - if it’s not from them then it’s awkward for everyone. This whole fucking thing is laced with 8 types of awkward in a spider web of sick social graces I lack and loathe.
Can I even salvage the chocolate covered strawberries? It’s probably palmer chocolate and I don’t like strawberries unless destroyed in a blender with ice & rum. I feel awful just throwing the stupid thing out, the worthless thing that I don’t like and cost $50-100. Me, who walks blocks on crutches / wearing a brace to avoid paying $5 for parking.
I’ll grin and bear it and there are worse problems to have, but hey this is my little corner to be dramatic and whine about nothing.
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Date: 2015-01-24 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-01-24 02:59 pm (UTC)Around the holidays I receive a lot of caloric gifts from family and friends. If I don't want to eat something sugary/fatty/whatever, I just throw it away while nobody is watching. No guilt, no calories, let it turn to methane in a landfill instead of in my intestines ;-)
As for what to do on VD ... restaurants can be so crowded, and noisy! Would she prefer you cooked a nice meal at home? Are you any good at that? Or maybe you could have a nice meal delivered via Takeout Taxi, and have a dressed up meal at your own dressed up table (white tablecloth) with candles and flowers and music, wine from your own collection. Wouldn't it be cool to wear a tie for a dinner in your own (or her own) place? Privacy, quiet, intimate. All this coming from a guy who hates VD.
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Date: 2015-01-24 03:06 pm (UTC)Yeah no, I hate grownup clothes and am uncomfortable in them. By the time I finish a deposition or hearing my neck is red and hurt from the collars. Ick!
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Date: 2015-01-24 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-24 04:22 pm (UTC)Think I could hand it to the homeless?
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:25 pm (UTC)I'd eat 'em, though.
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-24 05:28 pm (UTC)If only I could lick 'em first...
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Date: 2015-01-24 04:25 pm (UTC)We have the similar V-Day problem. HCD hates gift shopping, hates strangers' attention on the fact that we are a "they/them", hates fancy, dark restaurants. I remember one disaster where I picked a nice place and we were excruciatingly aware of the fact that we were two dudes, the only two dudes. The "package" (heh) came with "a rose for the lady" which the waiter bore towards the table, looked at us, looked at the rose, put it down and walked away.
Paradoxically he likes GETTING gifts just fine, and I don't actually mind shopping, but... yeah.
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Date: 2015-01-24 04:28 pm (UTC)Eep here I am first-worlding my problems with a pretty girl and not even thinking of that potential awkward. Perhaps here in DC it's less of an issue but wow can I imagine.
Nice package touch! /coy
Me, I like whining so it's a gift for everyone!
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-24 04:42 pm (UTC)I too hate edible gifts for any holiday period. There was one year that I swear everyone gave me candy and I'm not even a sweet tooth. *sigh* If I can't give the stuff away, it goes in the trash!
As for the tired: You underwent major surgery and your body is healing. Hell yeah, you're tired. The endorphin thing isn't helping for sure, and sometimes when you talk about the brace, it almost seems like low grade depression, which for me looks like "tired." Either way, it's alright. Let your body continue to heal. You are doing a great job of doing things without overdoing things, from what I can see. Having to function in life in a way that isn't typical for you can be exhausting.
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:19 pm (UTC)I feel very first-world problems lamenting I'm not 100% when, again, I could be stuck in bed right now.
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:26 pm (UTC)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwvlbJ0h35A
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Date: 2015-01-24 05:28 pm (UTC)(also I heart the horrible video of people in actual 3rd world countries/situations reading "first world problems" for a camera)
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Date: 2015-01-25 04:23 pm (UTC)How much more Valentine's-appropriate could you get?
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Date: 2015-01-25 06:44 pm (UTC)Damn she's good.