Hey, Miss J!

I remember something that one of the ‘characters’ on these YouTube shows said. He noted that “Women were so strange.” That – of course – was in the case of massive amounts of drama that three women got into.

To simplify this, let’s go numerical.

It’s a wild ride regardless.

Woman #1 is close friends with Woman #2. However, Woman #3 is a butthead and completely nasty to Woman #2. She picked on her when they were in high school and was all around petty. Woman #3 had a boyfriend but they broke up. I think it was a rough breakup.

To present day, the boyfriend was now the husband of Woman #2. Woman #1 became friends with Woman #3 to keep her away from the husband of Woman #2. However, Woman #3 was pursuing the husband of Woman #2 while getting engaged to another guy.

On the day of Woman #3’s wedding, she contacted her fiancé to cancel their wedding because – ugh – she claimed that her boyfriend, whom she claimed she was seeing for some time, had just died.

Then, she found out that the wedding had been cancelled for 6 months. Also, that the fiancé had received a phonecall just that morning from the boyfriend asking him to cancel the wedding.

All in all, the fiancé found out what was going on from Woman #1, who utterly hated Woman #3 and was really besties with Woman #2.

And that dumpster fire all comes full circle to why the fiancé said that “Women were so strange.” Due to all the drama and harm they cause each other.

I hate to admit this, but I agree. I’ve been told by several of my older girlfriends about how petty other women are… and I honestly have no clue why. Maybe it’s my brain chemistry or maybe my upbringing, but I’ve never been a fan of the drama women deal with.

Something I did do years ago was try to warn people about the potential for problems with dealing with certain individuals. I quickly learned that it was a waste of time and started just sitting and watching the chaos building when those same ones I warned about self-imploded.

Sometimes, I would watch and eat popcorn. It was really quite a sight to see.

I’m close to my 40s and am quite content just to lay back when the pandemonium breaks and watch. And fortunately, because I’m so well medicated now, I tend to fall asleep right in the middle of it. Which sucks, cos it’s perfect popcorn time – but ah well!

The madness has me wondering if I can incorporate some of that into NtC. Hrm… Do I have the mental stamina to get into that?

The sheer amount of mental gymnastics that is required to keep up with that…

Oh no…

Since I have it in mind now, I want to try it. But not to the extent of infidelity… because cheating on a partner is gross. No, I think it might be a grudge type deal thinger?

Who knows? Maybe that’s why Main Universe Jennifer is so unwell now?

I’m in the middle of starting up a new revision and once I’m done with it, I’ll begin fleshing out Chapter 19. I might make it into another 2 part deal. Or… maybe 3 part?

Can you imagine that? Me stretching one idea across 90 pages. Can you imagine how much it will torment my readers if I do that?

Can you imagine how much it would torment ME if I do that? My hands will stage a protest and flee my arms.

… Which is why I need to revise and completely rewrite my entire schedule. I’m not penciling in time for rest. I think I need to start having semi-scheduled naps, so I take the time to rest when I need to. Today was quite a struggle.

The bus I was suppose to catch never showed up. In fact, the driver pulled up, turned it off and walked away after closing the doors. It ended up being a good three buses that decided just to sit there and do nothing. I managed to get home, but on the way saw a bus that was not even supposed to be there at a stop for a different bus. It was on the wrote side of that entire block.

It was quite odd.

One friend told me that it was understandable that they would be angry and messed up considering what they dealt with. I explained to her that the first rule with dealing with nasty customers is to be polite.

It doesn’t matter how rude they are – however, if they get violent, please defend yourself and call the police – no matter the rudeness level, you are supposed to be polite.

I still remember the bus driver that snapped at me back in 2005, telling me that he was already late and was upset that he had to pick me up. After he sped right past me initially at the bus stop – and I managed to catch him at a red light. I could have reacted negatively… since it was not at all my fault that he was so late.

When I got off the bus, I thanked him and told him to have a good day, smile in place. He didn’t know what to say.

Kindness always pays off. I’ve had many things turn out favorably because of being polite.

Am I always polite all the time though? Not necessarily. One of the bus drivers today responded when I asked which bus he was on right after he got out. He told me that the bus would pick me up at a particular stop and pointed at it.

I stared at him… and blurted out: “Okay! NEVERMIND. Thank you, sir!”

I’ve also had a family member comment on how she had a bigger chest than me. That’s something else – why do women choose that of all things to be competitive about? Still, I replied as sweetly as I could that: “Well, yeah. You also have wider hips and a much bigger backside than I do.”

My father asked me how he got to be so old, and I told him: “Because you haven’t died yet. When you die, you’ll stop aging.” That resulted in a back and forth trade of words with him exclaiming he wasn’t trying to die and me telling him to stop complaining about getting old since he was aging by the millisecond.

Then he told me not to get old, and I asked: “So you want me to die young?” He said he didn’t, and I reminded him. “Well, you must choose one! Either you want me to get old, or want me to die young. PICK ALREADY!”

I (sort of) still have a t-shirt. It reads: “Sarcasm is ONE of The Services I Offer”.

I’m working to be better at that. Honest!

Not at being more sarcastic… but being less.

Some people really leave themselves wiiiide open for it though.

Like my friend who told me while we were out shopping that she wasn’t wrapped too tight. I told her: “At least you’re not wrapped too loose!” And a woman across from us nearly fell over laughing.

Ah… Memories.

I have some reading to do and then bed. Later than I want, but I need to get up early and deal with an assignment I was supposed to do today, but was unable to do because of such extensive food prep. And I’m not done with the food prep, but I can relax because my main food has been cooked.

19-20 homemade spring rolls. Minus the four that I ate. Heh. I plan on making tortillas at some point in the next day or so. Like a big batch of them… and store up some of the fresh banana muffins I made.

They’re SOO good!

~J. Lyst

Sorry, didn’t mean to have this blog post be so long. It is exactly 1342 words.

Oops!