After battling the dating anxieties as I wait to see what a certain someone's next move is, I decided I really cannot stand modern dating and relating. This is one thing that could make me spit fire and shit explosions, dating in the modern world is for assholes! I swear if I could get away with being a self reliant spinster,believe me I would (thanks social stigma!). However a women still cannot be seen as complete without being married or having some sort of romantic partnership.
Why does this Oyster hate dating? I was not raised for and can't seem to adapt to the modern world of douchebaggery. What happened to good old fashioned courtship? Dating to find someone to spend the rest of your days with is now dating to find someone to spend the next five minutes with.
I cannot tell you how many times I've heard "Keep the playing field open?" am I one of the few human beings who didn't take that as "Grab as many people as you can and keep your fly open!". Does one person really need a date every week of the month or day of the week with a different person? I fail to see how this method accomplishes anything. Keeping any sort of repose with someone of interest seems to be completely lost.Which brings me to the parasitic behavior of the dating world.
Breaking up is hard to do,but when was it okay to just not do it? People are so afraid of confrontation that the common courtesy of "Hey I don't think this is working anymore." was completely abolished? Anymore people are left with radio silence until they decide it's time quit carrying the torch for someone. It's okay to find someone else,but what is not okay is to just leave your significant other just hanging. Get some balls and tell them you found someone!
Being single for a while is not a death sentance,trust me if it was I would've been dead a while ago. Jumping from one person to the next like some sort of parasite is sickening,it's exactly what it seems like: desperate. If you pair that up with failure to provide closure and end things with your previous beloved,you deserve to be shot.
This post could go on forever and ever honestly. To my gentle readers,be more considerate when your dating. You could save yourself from being a topic of a hateful blog post and just being another statistic assbag.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
The Screaming Oyster Attends Group Therapy
I had an adventure going to a new group therapy,for people like me with mood disorders. I figured attending a group session that my therapist runs couldn't hurt since I admit I do need a refresher course on how to cope and deal with things in a positive way. It also doesn't hurt that I find my therapist to be one of the few decent people left on Earth.
The adventure started as I waited in the lobby for group to be called back into where patients go for treatment,a series of little offices where doctors work and therapists try to help the broken souls that come stringing in. I already had a rotten feeling about it,since the people who were waiting smelled like cheap cigarettes and heavy amounts of equally cheap colognes/perfumes to cover up the smell of the cigarettes.It's a nice gesture to attempt to cover up your stank,but it truly does not work.
As we filed into the way too small group therapy room,I noticed to smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume are getting to the point of almost unbearable. The group room was crowded,stuffy and uncomfortably hot basically a perfect mix for tempers to rise and moods to bottom out. As we are about to begin a horrible alarm from the telephone starts to tell my therapist we have stragglers waiting to come in,and not even two minutes later it happens again for more stragglers.
I am pretty anal about being on time for appointments and other things,so of course this bothers me. My head is already swimming from the stench of my co-attendees,and the stuffy conditions of the room. My irritation was radiating,lucky me the theme of the session was how to deal with anger. The previous week,they covered the front page of the double sided hand out so we were reviewing the last 10 ways.
I could understand why time had run out when covering helpful material. The others seemed medicated out of their minds,low functioning and disrespectful. I can understand that yes some medications make you feel like a zombie and can barely function but disrespect has no excuse. I could be considered crazy as a loon,yet I still have manners.
Disruption is something I never could deal with easily,in school I hated the kids who just blurted answers or what not out and even when I am in the work place I cannot stand the people who have to be center of attention for some reason or another. I read the Tolerance portion of the hand out a hundred times between fanning myself and trying to be a part of the group, I just could not find it within myself to tolerate these people.
My therapist kept looking over at me,I could see that he could see how miserable and anxious I was. I was so anxious by the time group ended I practically sprinted out the door to my waiting ride. While I got some useful information,I just can't see myself attending it again without stuffing Vicks Vaporub in my nose.
Just shower and change before you attend anything in an enclosed space!
The adventure started as I waited in the lobby for group to be called back into where patients go for treatment,a series of little offices where doctors work and therapists try to help the broken souls that come stringing in. I already had a rotten feeling about it,since the people who were waiting smelled like cheap cigarettes and heavy amounts of equally cheap colognes/perfumes to cover up the smell of the cigarettes.It's a nice gesture to attempt to cover up your stank,but it truly does not work.
As we filed into the way too small group therapy room,I noticed to smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume are getting to the point of almost unbearable. The group room was crowded,stuffy and uncomfortably hot basically a perfect mix for tempers to rise and moods to bottom out. As we are about to begin a horrible alarm from the telephone starts to tell my therapist we have stragglers waiting to come in,and not even two minutes later it happens again for more stragglers.
I am pretty anal about being on time for appointments and other things,so of course this bothers me. My head is already swimming from the stench of my co-attendees,and the stuffy conditions of the room. My irritation was radiating,lucky me the theme of the session was how to deal with anger. The previous week,they covered the front page of the double sided hand out so we were reviewing the last 10 ways.
I could understand why time had run out when covering helpful material. The others seemed medicated out of their minds,low functioning and disrespectful. I can understand that yes some medications make you feel like a zombie and can barely function but disrespect has no excuse. I could be considered crazy as a loon,yet I still have manners.
Disruption is something I never could deal with easily,in school I hated the kids who just blurted answers or what not out and even when I am in the work place I cannot stand the people who have to be center of attention for some reason or another. I read the Tolerance portion of the hand out a hundred times between fanning myself and trying to be a part of the group, I just could not find it within myself to tolerate these people.
My therapist kept looking over at me,I could see that he could see how miserable and anxious I was. I was so anxious by the time group ended I practically sprinted out the door to my waiting ride. While I got some useful information,I just can't see myself attending it again without stuffing Vicks Vaporub in my nose.
Just shower and change before you attend anything in an enclosed space!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Screaming Oyster Visits The Job Center
Today I happened to go to the Job Center in Akron on Tallmadge Avenue, just to fax an couple forms to Sallie Mae dealing with my debt to them. When a few things came to a head and burrowed deep into my skin and refuse to leave without a public address. So here it is!
While I was in the Resource Room,using a public fax machine to send to in my IBR form to Sallie Mae Inc. I see the other fax machine is also taken by a man whose arm was in a sling. Nothing too disturbing or unusual about it really until a large older women loudly said to the younger women behind the desk, "Is there another fax machine since all of these are taken by WHITE FOLKS.".
White folks?Really?You had to point out that we were both white and using a fax machine?
What disturbed me about this incident is how African Americans,can call Caucasians out by the color of our skin and it's perfectly acceptable. What if the tables were turned? What if both fax machines were taken up by African Americans and a Caucasian needed the machines? All hell would break loose if "Is there another fax machine since all of these are taken by BLACKIE PEOPLE.".
Why is such a double standard in place? How is it that I can be called white folk,cracker or whatever by someone of another race but it's almost a crime to call someone of the race in question black,negro or other names? What if I'm offended by the derogatory names other races have for Caucasian people?
I get treated differently by Welfare,Social Security and other public assistance programs because of my race, I have a harder time getting the money I need to survive because I AM CAUCASIAN! Why is that? Just because I have a proud European heritage, I have to live a hard life and be jousled around the system?
What really got under my skin other than the racial remark is, how people of color live high on the hog on Welfare. I seen a lobby full of brown faces,and in the hands of each one was a Smart Phone,iPhone or other expensive electronic device. Granted I have an iPod Nano that was a gift a couple years ago from my mother (who busted her hump to afford it) and I've owned a Motorola Razr for about 4 years going on 5 (I bought that while working at Teleperformance). These people were dressed to the nines in the latest labels and fashion accessories, while I can barely afford to buy a new pair of shorts or even the scrubs I need for school.
Excuse me,where did you get the money for all of that? Oh I see your on public assistance...
When I have to go to my dreaded meetings to evaluate my pitiful living situation to receive my food stamps and disability I see a sea of white faces,just trying to get by. Wearing old clothing and a pocket full of quarters for the endangered pay phones,nothing fancy and looking unhealthy. Also in the same eyeful I see well dressed,fancy electronic owning African Americans there for the same reason I am. Do the caseworkers not see what is happening?
The color of your skin is obviously everything to government agencies,if your Caucasian and you need help prepare to have the hardest ride of your life.
Also,I don't care who you are flush a damn public toliet!
While I was in the Resource Room,using a public fax machine to send to in my IBR form to Sallie Mae Inc. I see the other fax machine is also taken by a man whose arm was in a sling. Nothing too disturbing or unusual about it really until a large older women loudly said to the younger women behind the desk, "Is there another fax machine since all of these are taken by WHITE FOLKS.".
White folks?Really?You had to point out that we were both white and using a fax machine?
What disturbed me about this incident is how African Americans,can call Caucasians out by the color of our skin and it's perfectly acceptable. What if the tables were turned? What if both fax machines were taken up by African Americans and a Caucasian needed the machines? All hell would break loose if "Is there another fax machine since all of these are taken by BLACKIE PEOPLE.".
Why is such a double standard in place? How is it that I can be called white folk,cracker or whatever by someone of another race but it's almost a crime to call someone of the race in question black,negro or other names? What if I'm offended by the derogatory names other races have for Caucasian people?
I get treated differently by Welfare,Social Security and other public assistance programs because of my race, I have a harder time getting the money I need to survive because I AM CAUCASIAN! Why is that? Just because I have a proud European heritage, I have to live a hard life and be jousled around the system?
What really got under my skin other than the racial remark is, how people of color live high on the hog on Welfare. I seen a lobby full of brown faces,and in the hands of each one was a Smart Phone,iPhone or other expensive electronic device. Granted I have an iPod Nano that was a gift a couple years ago from my mother (who busted her hump to afford it) and I've owned a Motorola Razr for about 4 years going on 5 (I bought that while working at Teleperformance). These people were dressed to the nines in the latest labels and fashion accessories, while I can barely afford to buy a new pair of shorts or even the scrubs I need for school.
Excuse me,where did you get the money for all of that? Oh I see your on public assistance...
When I have to go to my dreaded meetings to evaluate my pitiful living situation to receive my food stamps and disability I see a sea of white faces,just trying to get by. Wearing old clothing and a pocket full of quarters for the endangered pay phones,nothing fancy and looking unhealthy. Also in the same eyeful I see well dressed,fancy electronic owning African Americans there for the same reason I am. Do the caseworkers not see what is happening?
The color of your skin is obviously everything to government agencies,if your Caucasian and you need help prepare to have the hardest ride of your life.
Also,I don't care who you are flush a damn public toliet!
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