Rinse, repeat? Or, not doing that again

There was a time when I settled and was happy with that; it's how I ended up married -- though at the time, I didn't realize that's what I was doing. It wasn't until getting completely shit on and divorced that I understood the importance of taking chances and fighting for what you want.

I've said before that I don't have a perfect life but that I'm relatively happy. That's still the case, despite the bitching in the earlier entry. Aside from the living situation, I don't have a lot to complain about. Work has turned into something fairly entertaining, and when I get my shit together, I know it will be pretty fun to hang out with some of my co-workers.

The big thing for me is breaking out of the routine -- difficult to do, given how little time I have with Scott. What free time I have, I try to spend with him. But nights like tonight, where I'm stuck at home (my choice, I know), would it kill me to go out with friends?

I didn't do a whole lot of going out when I was married. And yet, the ex and I were together -- and apart -- in the same house at the same time. I thought I was happy. Today, I know I'm happy, whether I'm with Scott or my friends.

The PS2 hasn't been on yet. There's been no gaming, though I may sneak in some BrainAge on the DS. Tonight has been about getting the site up for the Monday gaming crew, so I don't feel too bad about staying in.

But those other times, those times coming up in the future... when someone says they need something to do and I come up with an activity of some kind... that's not a hollow gesture. Chances are, if I make a suggestion, it's because I want to hang out. What you see is what you get with me. If I like you, it's going to be rather obvious. If I don't, then don't expect any invitations from me. Oh, I can be polite and cordial and professional, but that doesn't mean "hey, let's hang out." I can be pleasant enough because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but that's about where it ends.

So if I say "hot fudge sundaes" or suggest getting food or something, then that's the best I can come up with. That's what passes for spontaneous at my age. So say "yes" -- it'll be fun. Better yet, if any of you Top 16 locals come up with something, I'll do what I can to make it happen.

Until I can figure out a way to send hugs or hot fudge sundaes through chat or the internet, I guess the only solution is to get out and have fun.

Powerbooks and ice cream just can't get along.