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Need a Hug, or Three.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Hug Tiemz

So, The Chief could really use a hug right about now.

It's supposed to be a time of holiday cheer, but right now that seems a long way off from happening. The stuff with Miss I is ongoing, and likely will be for quite a while. Army Boy broke it off with Conservative Girl, and to top it off, this morning I had to put one of the Slacker Mascots to sleep. Holiday what?

Sometimes I really hate being able to read people. I've always been able to figure people out. Definitely from meeting them, and often just from talking to them or hearing about thier actions. Usually it's a good thing, I can spot the bad apples and befriend the good ones. Sometimes though it really sucks to be right, especially when I'm really hoping I'm not.

Such is the case with both Spott and Army Boy.

When I remet Miss Intrigue at the wedding, I knew about Spott. As our relationship developed and Evolved I was under the impression Spott was accepting of it. MI herself was convinced Spott would be ok. When I visited them though I got a much different read on her. My feelings were that Spott was extremely competitive. Sharing, would be hard if not impossible. Though, the fact that weekend went quite well, and that Miss I reported that Spott trusted me made me hopeful I was wrong. After their visit here though that all came crashing down.

I'm quite sure that my own mistakes only added fuel to the fire, it seems those feelings I got the first time were rather right. It turns out in the wake of the weekend here, Spott made an ultimatum of sorts. "Him or Me" is likely an over simplification of what happened, but going on the sparse information I've gleaned, it's the best summary I can give. Obviously this whole thing came down hard on MI. I've talked with her a little more, but very little about what's happened. Miss I is the only real question mark left. It remains to be seen if i've gotten a good read on her or not. So far she hasn't really ceased to amaze me and I'm hoping that continues...

As for Army Boy: he almost had me convinced I was wrong as well. Sunday he left Conservative Girl heartbroken. As with most break-ups, the reason he left her with didn't make much sense. He wanted someone who was athletic and extremely competitive. She spoke too quietly. They didn't go to church together (even though he's the one who failed to show up to the one they were supposed to try out together). None of it really pointed to any problem, the only explanation is just that he wasn't interested in her.

She was convinced it was something special and had tried so hard with everything. She was always sending him stuff in Iraq, making sure she was always around when he could actually talk with her, doing everything he liked when he came back and more. He promised her a lot, but really just ended up leaving her with none of it. I wanted to be wrong since she was so happy.

Those two were enough to alreayd bring me down, but then this morning I got more bad news. Curly, the smaller of the two Slacker Mascots had to be put to sleep. He had a bad sroe spot on the back of his neck and I had been treating it with a sulfa block reccomended by the Reptile shop. It seemed to be working well and looked like it was healing, then overnight it looked much, much worse. The Vet guessed that the healing area got picked at by the other turtle. He ended up taking the skin and muscle this time too though. There wasn't really anythign they could do except be humane. I'm sure the cute little guy is slackin' away on a fun little rock in some pond out there somewhere. He will be missed.

The whole lot of this just ends up giving me one question. This one can go to Mother Nature and/or doctors. Why, oh why, does your nose have to run when people cry? It's not like having excess fluids running from your eyes is bad enough. Do they really have to run from your nose as well?

Anyway yeah, I'm certianly glad CG and I are still friends. We've gotten to trade shoulders to lean on the past few days. Beyond anything else, that's definitely one thing to be happy about this season.

Hugs all around.

Slack on!

posted by Chief Slacker @ 2:25 PM,




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