Boys, boys, boys...when a girl goes out of her way to tell you how she feels, two things are VERY important:
1. Don't leave her hanging. You are in no way obligated to fake having the same feelings in return. In fact please, don't fake anything. However, no response and vague response, are really lame options that technically, shouldn't even be options.
2. Don't set her up--uninformed--to watch you fawn over another girl, or watch other girls fawn over you. It's not cool...at all...ever. Be honest and respectful. Everyone deserves a FULLY INFORMED, OPTION TO CHOOSE whether or not they want to be involved in such a situation.
Who knows, maybe it'll work out in your favor. Maybe it won't. Regardless, it'll save everyone a lot of heartache and unnecessary emotional drama. It's lame to lie, omit or mislead in any way. Get a clue and a backbone, and a little integrity. I promise, it'll get you a lot further than your creepy Casenova act--which by the way, is impressing you a lot more that it's impressing her.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
La la la la la la la la la
Ah, the holidays...so easy to blow off w/ a big red stamp of "HELL ON EARTH". Unless you are one of those who truly enjoys this time of year, in which case you visit an entirely different scrap-booking store, for your stamp and ink pad color of choice. I personally find it amusing to play the Grinch while desparately poking about the house and liquor cabinet for the quickest way to make myself laugh.
I don't actually hate the holidays. What I hate, are the overwhelming levels of pure, exhausting emotion that accompany the season and in truth, every family gathering in this here little orchard. I attribute this multifaceted gem adornment, to two things. One: My family alone, maybe responsible for the very existence and financial fueling of psychotherapy as a practice. Two: In large part due to this close knit relationship with shrinkage, my family firmly believes that e-v-e-r-y single confrontation in life--be that with a door knob, your next door neighbor or your next of kin--deserves your undivided emotional and spiritual attention, to seek out the lesson awaiting to enlighten your soul.
Example: My niece has been on a roll lately, exercising her 4yr old right to Sass. She was mid-exertion of some offensive act, when my mother turns to her and asks "Now, how does that make you feel inside?"
Don't get me wrong, as a member of this family if nothing else, I am a huge advocate of self awareness and self betterment...WHEN YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF. As a 4yr old at heart however, I am an even bigger advocate of exercising ones right to Sass, and furthermore, spreading that love whenever and where ever possible. Word to my neicie...and I'm pretty sure I've secured my place in parenting HELL, should I ever make the mistake of going down that road.
Oh and Three: (This one sneaks up on you. It even snuck past being made reference to before hand.) MICRO MANAGING.
Basically, what I'm saying, is that holidays are awesome and I am surrounded by therapists who all know how to process each others shit better than the person it belongs to, and don't drink enough. And the best part is my own attempts to pretend I'm not part of it! Yippeeeee!
I don't actually hate the holidays. What I hate, are the overwhelming levels of pure, exhausting emotion that accompany the season and in truth, every family gathering in this here little orchard. I attribute this multifaceted gem adornment, to two things. One: My family alone, maybe responsible for the very existence and financial fueling of psychotherapy as a practice. Two: In large part due to this close knit relationship with shrinkage, my family firmly believes that e-v-e-r-y single confrontation in life--be that with a door knob, your next door neighbor or your next of kin--deserves your undivided emotional and spiritual attention, to seek out the lesson awaiting to enlighten your soul.
Example: My niece has been on a roll lately, exercising her 4yr old right to Sass. She was mid-exertion of some offensive act, when my mother turns to her and asks "Now, how does that make you feel inside?"
Don't get me wrong, as a member of this family if nothing else, I am a huge advocate of self awareness and self betterment...WHEN YOU ARE OLD ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF. As a 4yr old at heart however, I am an even bigger advocate of exercising ones right to Sass, and furthermore, spreading that love whenever and where ever possible. Word to my neicie...and I'm pretty sure I've secured my place in parenting HELL, should I ever make the mistake of going down that road.
Oh and Three: (This one sneaks up on you. It even snuck past being made reference to before hand.) MICRO MANAGING.
Basically, what I'm saying, is that holidays are awesome and I am surrounded by therapists who all know how to process each others shit better than the person it belongs to, and don't drink enough. And the best part is my own attempts to pretend I'm not part of it! Yippeeeee!
Friday, November 23, 2007
This is awesome
I am quite possibly going to hell for my pet-auntie skills. Currently directing anger at an ex-boyfriend, occasional bootie call and idiot, for being stupid. House boiler is screwed, so it's freezing while I write and 13 degrees outside. Top it off with the fact that it's Friday night "and I ain't got nobody" and there is nothing to do in this town. But the cat loves me, and that's what counts. Did I mention I hate cats?
Had the first real conversation w/ my mom tonight in what feels like years, spurred in large part by my trying NOT to talk about the incredibly lame situation I was dragging myself from after Thanksgiving with afore mentioned ex (dumb), which unfortunately involved Mom (dumber). Good to talk to Mom. Bad to eat turkey w/ stupid boys. Good to clear up the fact that some boys are just dumb and I have an amazing propensity toward the majority of them...which is awesome (dumbest).
Holidays are awesome...why do I insist on writing a public diary?
Had the first real conversation w/ my mom tonight in what feels like years, spurred in large part by my trying NOT to talk about the incredibly lame situation I was dragging myself from after Thanksgiving with afore mentioned ex (dumb), which unfortunately involved Mom (dumber). Good to talk to Mom. Bad to eat turkey w/ stupid boys. Good to clear up the fact that some boys are just dumb and I have an amazing propensity toward the majority of them...which is awesome (dumbest).
Holidays are awesome...why do I insist on writing a public diary?
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Cyclo-what?
So...finding the luke-warm, mixed response to the cyclocross event amusing. Everything from heated encouragement and cheering to raised eyebrows and dismissal. Well, whatever you find yourself thinking...if it even inspired that much, know that it was a ridiculous BLAST, and nothing more. Which in truth, I think the whole single speed cyclocross crowd was designed for anyway.
My mom got mad at me today because I thought this picture...
was hilarious.
She thinks it "barbaric"--God bless her.
My mom got mad at me today because I thought this picture...
was hilarious.
She thinks it "barbaric"--God bless her.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
so much so much...and so oh little time
God, what a summer. What a job. What a weekend. What a life...holy hill. There are so many people I want to thank for so many things. So many events and things I want to mention. So many weird ass experiences I am itching to expose and exploit. So much, so much, and oh so little time!!!
This tour season has been amazing. Intense. Bizarre. Overwhelming. Rewarding and downright fucking frustrating to the point of tears. Had one guest get hit by a car, another send himself over his handlebars and take out three front teeth. One endo'd headfirst into a rocky creek bottom and wound up w/ an airlift out of a national park. Someone else had to receive the horrible news from our office, of a baby nephew being hit and killed by a car..and that's just the guests! Entire town water pump systems quit working, trailer brakes locked up, motorcyclists collided w/ company vehicles while I was driving them...I mean seriously! What the f*%@?
How-eva, I truly believe this last weekend alone, set all planets and Universal imbalance, back into alignment. Please view: http://www.dmroth.com/cycling/kiss_krew/index.html for your personal comprehension. I just want to add: I actually gave myself a blister ringing my cow bell...and that is almost as good as double clicking a mouse.
This was a two day event: day one has the boys in blue, grease monkey suits, and day two in KISS makeup and yes, those are leather pants. We all crawled out of bed Saturday, to make the three hour drive to Estacada, just southeast of Portland, where the first annual Cyclocross World Championships were held. Pictures tell the story so much better than words, but suffice it to say we walked away w/ a pile of hand-made cowbells (which are an entire mass-email story and prayer session in themselves), a carbon crank set, at least half a dozen lovely pint glasses, countless kisses, cycle shwag and a fan club to make your heart melt. I think I have found my calling in life: groupie and cheerleader extraordinaire...though I may have to shed a few layers and show some T&A, if I want to get serious about this. I didn't sleep the night before heading down, due to a painting job I had agreed to. Needless to say, I was high on fumes and sleep deprivation BEFORE partying all day, all night and all day again. SO. MUCH. FUN.
This easily ranks as one of the best events I have ever attended, and further more, wreaked havoc upon. I am so sad to say that I am now leaving some of the most incredible people I have come to know and proudly call my friends and family, to play in Montana for the winter. Montana is where my immediate family resides, and while I so look forward to actually spending time with them again, I am sad to be leaving this incredibly brilliant, juvenile lifestyle and the pack of instigators I call my friends. These people fuel my love of mischief, adventure and life in general.
Then, I sign onto a severely neglected blog, only to find more amazing friends and family members have been tending to the madness that is my life, in the form of late night ranting sessions and verbal explosions of momentary frustration a.k.a. my blog. I LOVE YOU ALL.
This tour season has been amazing. Intense. Bizarre. Overwhelming. Rewarding and downright fucking frustrating to the point of tears. Had one guest get hit by a car, another send himself over his handlebars and take out three front teeth. One endo'd headfirst into a rocky creek bottom and wound up w/ an airlift out of a national park. Someone else had to receive the horrible news from our office, of a baby nephew being hit and killed by a car..and that's just the guests! Entire town water pump systems quit working, trailer brakes locked up, motorcyclists collided w/ company vehicles while I was driving them...I mean seriously! What the f*%@?
How-eva, I truly believe this last weekend alone, set all planets and Universal imbalance, back into alignment. Please view: http://www.dmroth.com/cycling
This was a two day event: day one has the boys in blue, grease monkey suits, and day two in KISS makeup and yes, those are leather pants. We all crawled out of bed Saturday, to make the three hour drive to Estacada, just southeast of Portland, where the first annual Cyclocross World Championships were held. Pictures tell the story so much better than words, but suffice it to say we walked away w/ a pile of hand-made cowbells (which are an entire mass-email story and prayer session in themselves), a carbon crank set, at least half a dozen lovely pint glasses, countless kisses, cycle shwag and a fan club to make your heart melt. I think I have found my calling in life: groupie and cheerleader extraordinaire...though I may have to shed a few layers and show some T&A, if I want to get serious about this. I didn't sleep the night before heading down, due to a painting job I had agreed to. Needless to say, I was high on fumes and sleep deprivation BEFORE partying all day, all night and all day again. SO. MUCH. FUN.
This easily ranks as one of the best events I have ever attended, and further more, wreaked havoc upon. I am so sad to say that I am now leaving some of the most incredible people I have come to know and proudly call my friends and family, to play in Montana for the winter. Montana is where my immediate family resides, and while I so look forward to actually spending time with them again, I am sad to be leaving this incredibly brilliant, juvenile lifestyle and the pack of instigators I call my friends. These people fuel my love of mischief, adventure and life in general.
Then, I sign onto a severely neglected blog, only to find more amazing friends and family members have been tending to the madness that is my life, in the form of late night ranting sessions and verbal explosions of momentary frustration a.k.a. my blog. I LOVE YOU ALL.
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