Yes, this could be the start of many a rant, maybe every rant: Sometimes I hate myself. Specifically, today, I hate myself for thinking about Ex-Lovers Who Won't Go Away. Whose fault is it that they won't go away? Okay, you got that one right. Next question: Why won't I let them go away? Don't answer that one; that answer is why I sometimes hate myself.
As a rule, communiques from my ex-lovers arrive with a synchronicity that defies rational explanation. After months of not hearing from them, they tend to reach out and touch someone (me, but possibly not me alone—I just happen to be the only one that I know about) on the same day, usually in the same hour. What's up with that? Today it was France and Thailand. In a couple months, it could be Kathmandhu. Actually, it's quite likely to be Kathmandhu, being as that's where both affairs started. And last night I dreamed of being in a hotel with one of them in Kathmandhu. That's why I hate myself today.
I think I'll displace this hatred and hate myself for something else, like smoking. Time to light up.
Today's reason for hating myself: I smoke.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
3 comments:
"It is better to hate yourself then someone else."
Whomever said that is a damn fool.
And Ex-Lovers all still love you...so all the more reason to love yourself.
I cannot get an ex-lover out of my mind. I'm thinking exorcist. And not just for me. An ex-lover cannot get me out of his mind. I'd happily pay for his exocism. But how to find one? No longer sanctioned by the Church.
Actually, the Vatican is training exorcists in Rome right now—they say they don't have enough. I saw it in the paper. I met one on an airplane years ago, too. I can dig up his name. I think he lives in Connecticut.
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