Boo hiss to Bitches' pains. I have a theraband tied around my hips right now because I left my belt at a work property (not mine, not anywhere near where I'm working) and coworker hasn't remembered to pick it up for me yet. I may need to see if he'll give me the code so I can pick it up on my way home, or something. I don't think I've conveyed how badly I need it.

meara, that is totally annoying.

Hm, maybe I'll draft a note to my neighborfriends about babysitting and such. Not "hire me," but "if you know anyone looking for a baby sitter/dog walker/poop scooper/hired hand..."

So...

I keep getting some old acquaintances from MI who find me on Facebook, who then proceed to want to chat/text/talk on the phone with me constantly, and just absolutely refuse to get the hint no matter how many times I gently and politely try to tell them that I really do not like to do any of those things, especially on a very frequent basis. I do not understand why some people cannot grasp how cloyingly oppressive that is.

On a somewhat related note... Over the last year or so, I have been slowly amassing a collection of women from my past, living far away, who are all divorcing or recently divorced, who find me on Facebook and then proceed to latch on to me and start committing the above complaint big time. They also immediately want to jump into some sort of long distance sexual/romantic relationship.

I know this probably sounds weird from someone not happy about being single, but this is freaking me out. It's actually highly unpleasant, and not very attractive.

Sorry for the weird whine, but I've just found a new one, and I'm really getting weirded out by this development.

That's why they're after you, Sean, because you keep trying to scrape them off. The allure of mystery!

That sounds like a good start, smonster.

And blah to that tailor. I bought a pair of nice slacks at the outlet mall this Christmas, brought them home, wore them once and they ripped. I was miffed. But I have been thinking I should get them fixed because they're really nice pants. I mean, really I should learn to sew, but until then, I should get them fixed.

It's kind of weird. I have come to loathe most forms of digital communication. Posting boards within a very narrow bandwidth, facebook, and some email are about the only forms I can tolerate effectively any more.

That's why they're after you, Sean, because you keep trying to scrape them off. The allure of mystery!

I'm wondering if that's driving some of it.

I have mostly come to loathe most forms of digital communication.

"I'm sorry, I loathe digital communication. I prefer analog. How are you at smoke signals?"

Yeah, that's odd and offputting, Sean. I have a donor who does that to me all the time. The mother of our (awful) former intern, so it was all woe for a while there. Not only do I not want to talk to you all the time, lady, but I definitely don't want to have you defending your son with no work ethic to me. I'm already spending enough time wrangling him as it is! We are all getting along much better now that's over. And it's probably perfectly normal chatter, just not something I want to do.

And it's probably perfectly normal chatter, just not something I want to do.

I know. I suspect part of it is the very narrow bandwidth of people I actually find pleasurable and enjoyable to interact with. But if being digitally chatty is your thing, hey more power to you. It's just not my bag.

I wonder if it might be a "man, that Sean is awesome, I was a dumbass not to see it before!" kind of thing. And, uh, I've been guilty of that with a guy or two in my life, but they both brushed me off and I got the hint. I think it's easy to romanticize someone far away that you have good memories of... call it rom com brainwashing or such.

By which I absolutely don't mean to trivialize your annoyance, which is totally understandable and legit. I have one friend, she may or may not have a crush on me, who always pops up on fb chat RIGHT when I'm about to go somewhere or do something. I hate to be rude, and have a hard time ending conversations. And I've never really liked chatting that much, one is always having at least two conversations at once.