Dear Mr. Scratchy;
It's just before 7:30 pm EST here, and still we are sitting at +30C with +32C humidex. I've said a million times over, I'm not designed for this heat.
I've watched my friend Marie chase after a guy getting mixed results. I say it's mixed results because she keeps sabotaging herself. Purposely doing rituals and love spells to push him towards someone else, someone she thinks is more his type physically. Yet, the more she does that, the harder she falls for him herself. She's not listening to me when I tell her it's because she's meant to be with the guy. Sadly, I'm seeing this sort of thing in people a lot lately. Most of the witches and pagans I talk to have been blocking themselves from their own happiness, just because they think the other person will ultimately reject them. Usually over something really stupid like career or their own insecurities. I'm talking some really strong spell crafters here too. People who can say something once and have it manifest within hours without any other effort.
Anyways, I believe Herman, you are checking in tonight, wearing dark jeans, white t-shirt and a yellow sweater...no a yellow dress shirt open over it. I want to say you were at church or something where you had to dress appropriate. Airport even. Good god man, I just see a horde of little old ladies flapping around that shirt. Dude, going out on a limb and saying I imagine you were spending the day with your grandmother, taking her to lunch or something the like. Don't ask, I just roll with what pops into my brain as I write. I can't shake the feeling you're a bit unsettled tonight.
Okay Herman; Mr. Scratchy, should you feel the need...
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Pressing to Impress
I mentioned the other day that I've started to use twitter again after not having been on it in the last few years. Still not my favourite place on the internet, but it's one of those evil necessities. Anyways, I couldn't keep up with it this last hour, everyone in a mad rush of anger and jealousy posting at neck breaking speed. Seriously, I'm sure there are a few people out there right now with sprained fingers from posting so fast. And 98% of what they are posting are retweets or likes of other people. Not even their friends for that matter, but people they are crushing on.
Remember the guy I mentioned I talk to on facebook and instagram through private messages? Well, I just saw him fill the twitter feed with nothing but retweets of this girl who commented she didn't remember ever meeting him. I feel half way sad for him. Then there is my friend Marie, who is so into this one guy, she's completely ignoring the fact she's got two other guys hot on her tail. And it's one big weird mess. She retweets her crush's stuff, and the guys crushing on her retweet/like that because it was in her feed.
Does anyone bother to pay attention before they hit that retweet/like button? Definitely gives new weight to the old phrase "what goes around comes around".
Remember the guy I mentioned I talk to on facebook and instagram through private messages? Well, I just saw him fill the twitter feed with nothing but retweets of this girl who commented she didn't remember ever meeting him. I feel half way sad for him. Then there is my friend Marie, who is so into this one guy, she's completely ignoring the fact she's got two other guys hot on her tail. And it's one big weird mess. She retweets her crush's stuff, and the guys crushing on her retweet/like that because it was in her feed.
Does anyone bother to pay attention before they hit that retweet/like button? Definitely gives new weight to the old phrase "what goes around comes around".
Friday, July 14, 2017
Dirty Laundry 71
So yesterday, I was hanging out with Marie. We had gone for coffee and she pulled up this video on twitter shoving the phone to my hear telling me to listen and tell her what I thought of it.
Me-:"Well he's drunk."
Marie-:"He doesn't drink though."
Me-:"Then he's really stoned."
Marie-:"No. He doesn't do that."
Me-:"You're telling me that that isn't an extremely drunk depressed guy?"
she played it again twice listening to it with her eyes closed.
Marie-:"You think I'm reading too much into it?"
Me-:"No. He's picked something he knows will 100% get your attention, like right after you said you weren't going to talk to him about the situation anymore. This is his reacting to it. Reacting badly, but reacting none the less." the building was starting to get really crowded so we left, walking around the parking lot a bit before going into the grocery.
Here's the thing. Few nights ago, we were hanging out at her place and she started talking about how when she was younger she'd be the bold one of her group and just randomly go up to a hot guy and ask him out or his name etc, for her friends. I didn't think anything of it, because we were talking about her situation with Mr. Tweets. Well, I should have thought something of it, because we weren't in the store more than a minute when she turned spotting the Grocery Boy pointed at him. He saw us and had this look as if cold water had been thrown on him.
Then it got weird.
He started to wander from aisle to aisle circling us. Yeah, he was following us without trying to look like he was. And we were not quiet. The more Marie noticed him, the louder she got. It was like 8th grade all over again, only not as respectable. And she kept making me laugh. Like cartoon witch cackling snorting laugh. Yeah, that bad. Every time we passed one of the standing freezers, she started to play with her hair fixing it, blushing.
At this point, I had groceries that needed to be paid for so I went and stood in line while she continued to wander around. I saw her talking to one of the other stock boys, blushing and stammering like a teenager before catching up to me with this look of pure triumph on her face.
Me-:"What did you do?"
She pointed to the one guy smiling like a goofball as we walked out of the building.
Marie-:"I asked what the name of your guy is."
Me-:"That's it? Seriously, what did you say?"
Marie-:"I just asked if he could tell me who the guy he was talking to's name was because my friend though he might be her nephew and she needed to double check..."
Me-:"What? What the hell? How is that going to...what the f***?" I nearly tripped over my own feet on that.
Marie-:"I said we thought his name was ----- and we needed to make sure. And guess what, it actually was." she shrugged at me lighting a smoke.
Me-:"Oh my god! Why did you do that? Now he's going to think we're related!"
Marie-:"Not like hot guy there is going to tell him. Besides, I was the one who asked, and I don't shop there so not like he's going to ever see me again."
Me-:"He's going to be all like 'dude, some chick was asking about you, says she's your aunt'; and buddy is going to ask what you looked like and figure it out. He's going to think we're related now and if he was crushing on me, he won't be anymore."
Marie-:"-----. His name which I just learned is -----." she actually curtsied. She honestly didn't see the issue.
I spent a few hours playing it over in my head last night, wondering if she did it on purpose because she might actually be interested in him herself, or if she really didn't think the co-worker would relay the message, or if it just didn't occur to her that by saying that she would possibly creep the dude out. It was like being back in high school all over again, or college for that matter, and those times my prettier friends snagged the guy I liked because they could.
Me-:"Well he's drunk."
Marie-:"He doesn't drink though."
Me-:"Then he's really stoned."
Marie-:"No. He doesn't do that."
Me-:"You're telling me that that isn't an extremely drunk depressed guy?"
she played it again twice listening to it with her eyes closed.
Marie-:"You think I'm reading too much into it?"
Me-:"No. He's picked something he knows will 100% get your attention, like right after you said you weren't going to talk to him about the situation anymore. This is his reacting to it. Reacting badly, but reacting none the less." the building was starting to get really crowded so we left, walking around the parking lot a bit before going into the grocery.
Here's the thing. Few nights ago, we were hanging out at her place and she started talking about how when she was younger she'd be the bold one of her group and just randomly go up to a hot guy and ask him out or his name etc, for her friends. I didn't think anything of it, because we were talking about her situation with Mr. Tweets. Well, I should have thought something of it, because we weren't in the store more than a minute when she turned spotting the Grocery Boy pointed at him. He saw us and had this look as if cold water had been thrown on him.
Then it got weird.
He started to wander from aisle to aisle circling us. Yeah, he was following us without trying to look like he was. And we were not quiet. The more Marie noticed him, the louder she got. It was like 8th grade all over again, only not as respectable. And she kept making me laugh. Like cartoon witch cackling snorting laugh. Yeah, that bad. Every time we passed one of the standing freezers, she started to play with her hair fixing it, blushing.
At this point, I had groceries that needed to be paid for so I went and stood in line while she continued to wander around. I saw her talking to one of the other stock boys, blushing and stammering like a teenager before catching up to me with this look of pure triumph on her face.
Me-:"What did you do?"
She pointed to the one guy smiling like a goofball as we walked out of the building.
Marie-:"I asked what the name of your guy is."
Me-:"That's it? Seriously, what did you say?"
Marie-:"I just asked if he could tell me who the guy he was talking to's name was because my friend though he might be her nephew and she needed to double check..."
Me-:"What? What the hell? How is that going to...what the f***?" I nearly tripped over my own feet on that.
Marie-:"I said we thought his name was ----- and we needed to make sure. And guess what, it actually was." she shrugged at me lighting a smoke.
Me-:"Oh my god! Why did you do that? Now he's going to think we're related!"
Marie-:"Not like hot guy there is going to tell him. Besides, I was the one who asked, and I don't shop there so not like he's going to ever see me again."
Me-:"He's going to be all like 'dude, some chick was asking about you, says she's your aunt'; and buddy is going to ask what you looked like and figure it out. He's going to think we're related now and if he was crushing on me, he won't be anymore."
Marie-:"-----. His name which I just learned is -----." she actually curtsied. She honestly didn't see the issue.
I spent a few hours playing it over in my head last night, wondering if she did it on purpose because she might actually be interested in him herself, or if she really didn't think the co-worker would relay the message, or if it just didn't occur to her that by saying that she would possibly creep the dude out. It was like being back in high school all over again, or college for that matter, and those times my prettier friends snagged the guy I liked because they could.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Post it note July 9th 2017
I can't be the only one who finds themselves having to jump around from one piece of social media to the other all day long, in order to keep up with people? Seriously, no matter how many people on instagram I follow, I only ever see the same three people's feeds. Then, when I hop over to facebook, I only see feeds from these two main people, then twitter for another handful, and of course youtube for the other handful. It's exhausting. Emotionally, physically, mindnumbingly exhausting.
Which is why I no longer care about anyone or anything and am so out of touch with the world.
I've just literally returned to twitter in the past few days, after not having been on it in over two years. It hasn't gotten any calmer that's for sure. I still prefer youtube. Think I always will.
Anyways, was talking to someone on instagram, about finding your place in the world. Your tribe online sort of thing. I don't know man, just when I think that I've found mine, I end up being wrong. Like realizing not only do I not gel with the main people and therefore don't fit in, but once the surface noise is scratched off, just how much we rub each other the wrong way. Sandpaper on a teflon pan wrong.
The worst of it, there is this one guy who drives me nutballs. Like, sort of in a good way sort of in a I want to stab him with shrimp forks in the thighs sort of way. We've talked a few times on facebook and instagram...in direct/private messages. But, open comments, I'm lucky if he gives me a thumbs up. What's up with that? And he's pulling one of those elitist high school moves where if I don't speak to him for a while he cruises in at me, sending me a random "Hey man". Just enough of a tap on the shoulder to have me checking my damned messages all day like a really bad cliched movie character.
I swear, the internet has made social clues worthless.
Anyways, Mr. Scratchy; Herman. I think you're checking in tonight, dressed in a pair of grey-green sweat pants; and a faded light blue-white t-shirt with the logo for some old 80's movie...Gremlins. Yeah, I'm going on record saying it's a Gremlins shirt. Don't ask, I don't know just the image that popped into my head while writing this. I think you're standing around your kitchen wearing those little wire rimmed glasses, making a cup of tea, chopping up bananas for...I really want to say your dog. I have mentioned way in the past that I think you have a dog, so I think you're hanging out with your dog in your kitchen, just unwinding from your day. I said once before too that I think you've taken up tarot cards in the past, and so I think tonight you've decided to grab them and have them spread out across the table.
And as always Herman, dream of me. Preferably doing something cool.
Which is why I no longer care about anyone or anything and am so out of touch with the world.
I've just literally returned to twitter in the past few days, after not having been on it in over two years. It hasn't gotten any calmer that's for sure. I still prefer youtube. Think I always will.
Anyways, was talking to someone on instagram, about finding your place in the world. Your tribe online sort of thing. I don't know man, just when I think that I've found mine, I end up being wrong. Like realizing not only do I not gel with the main people and therefore don't fit in, but once the surface noise is scratched off, just how much we rub each other the wrong way. Sandpaper on a teflon pan wrong.
The worst of it, there is this one guy who drives me nutballs. Like, sort of in a good way sort of in a I want to stab him with shrimp forks in the thighs sort of way. We've talked a few times on facebook and instagram...in direct/private messages. But, open comments, I'm lucky if he gives me a thumbs up. What's up with that? And he's pulling one of those elitist high school moves where if I don't speak to him for a while he cruises in at me, sending me a random "Hey man". Just enough of a tap on the shoulder to have me checking my damned messages all day like a really bad cliched movie character.
I swear, the internet has made social clues worthless.
Anyways, Mr. Scratchy; Herman. I think you're checking in tonight, dressed in a pair of grey-green sweat pants; and a faded light blue-white t-shirt with the logo for some old 80's movie...Gremlins. Yeah, I'm going on record saying it's a Gremlins shirt. Don't ask, I don't know just the image that popped into my head while writing this. I think you're standing around your kitchen wearing those little wire rimmed glasses, making a cup of tea, chopping up bananas for...I really want to say your dog. I have mentioned way in the past that I think you have a dog, so I think you're hanging out with your dog in your kitchen, just unwinding from your day. I said once before too that I think you've taken up tarot cards in the past, and so I think tonight you've decided to grab them and have them spread out across the table.
And as always Herman, dream of me. Preferably doing something cool.
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