Well, a new level of discomfort has been added to my life. Yesterday, before I got home from work, Dirk fielded a call for me. Some guy called and asked for me, by first name only, and when he was told that I wasn’t there, said that he was my cousin. For added proof that this wasn’t just some schmuck who found me in the phone book or a telemarketer, let me just add this: he pronounced my name right. This never happens the first time. Ever.
This worries me.
I’ll grant that I have a lot of male cousins. This is even excluding my father’s side of the family, most of whom I’ve never met because they’re all white southerners and my father married ‘one a-them slant-eyes’. Besides, they’re all second cousins or so. But even though I’ve met 90% of the male cousins on my mother side, none of them would call me; hell, I haven’t spoken to most of them in at least 8 or 9 years. I’m not even certain that my mother has told her family that I moved out. We’re just not very close.
Just to make certain, I called my mother up and asked if any of the relatives had been asking after me, and she told me they hadn’t.
My ex, despite me telling him that it was an astonishingly bad idea, looked up my phone number and called me. Now, despite the fact that this boy irritates me to no end, and despite the fact that I don’t think he’s suffered enough and is due for more misery, I never call him. Ever. Even when he’s pissed me off to the point that all I want to do is pick up the phone and yell at him ‘till I’m blue in the face. It’s a matter of respecting his privacy, as I’d hoped he’d respect mine.
But that’s a bitch for another day. However, since it seems to be the only bright point in his life (see, I didn’t even say pathetic!), he fucks with me. And I wouldn’t put it past him to simply give my phone number out to one of his many skank-ass friends (if you’re reading, Hi!) and tell them to pester me. I’m not worried about him showing up at my front door, because Aaron was so angry that my ex called he told Dirk and I that if he (my ex) ever showed up at the front door, we needn’t bother calling the police, because there wouldn’t be enough left of him to arrest.
He might have been joking, though. It’s hard to tell with Aaron.
But ruling out my ex’s predilection for making me wish that murder was legal, I’m at a loss to think who (outside some stalker I’m unaware of) would call me.
There is a slight possibility....but no.
I wanted to say that C– might have called, because I got an e-mail from him just a week ago, and I included my new phone number in the response, but that wouldn’t happen. Besides, why would he say he’s my cousin? That’s just plain odd. Perhaps he was uncomfortable talking to anyone else besides me, but he knows Dirk, at least by reputation. He’s even had a couple conversations with him.
This is all just pointless speculation, but I’m carrying tear gas spray just in case it’s a stalker.
Joe and Marie are in New Mexico right now, visiting her folks. This is kind of scary for them, because Marie’s family didn’t previously know she’s pregnant – it’s rather shockingly obvious at this point. In fact, she looks rather like a stick with a watermelon down her shirt. She’s about 7 months along, so it’s about time she started showing. Until about a month ago, she wasn’t showing at all. Amazing.
There’s more mutterings that Joe & his family are moving down to Texas at the end of the year. We’re still invited to go along, and we’re considering it. I don’t have the same objections that I did when first I heard of this, but I’m not hopping with excitement, either. We don’t want to lose Joe as our drummer because the chemistry between us is too good. As you can see, the band’s starting to take over, but realistically, it would be almost impossible to replace him.
Aaron will have to get a lot of his shit with his son squared away before he can even think of moving, and being that far away adds a whole new dimension of bullshit to the possibility of him seeing the kid. Another concern is the fact that Nikki will not be joining us, should we decide to go. He’s too attached to his family, and they do need him. He also has not made himself a favorite at Joe’s household, simply because he’s so odd.
There’s also my job to consider, although I don’t really consider it a career, per say. It’s not exciting, and it’s not astonishingly fulfilling, but it pays my car payments and it looks good on a resume. It also give me a lot of experience in different areas/working environments. I don’t really want to leave it, but I won’t let the job stop me from doing what I want.
With spring, I’ve lost most of my appetite. This happens to me sometimes when the weather shifts for a season, but it hasn’t happened in years. I’ll cook something, and I just don’t particularly want to eat it. I bought two containers of Breyers ice cream (mint chocolate chip and double chocolate fudge), and have apathetically been watching the boys eat it. I’m not even very tired, which is my usual state.
I can’t smoke much, either. It might be that my body has finally gotten sick of my abuse and is making it unpleasant to smoke, but I get queasy about halfway through a cigarette. And I’m not preggers, so I’m at a loss.
I don’t know.
I will miss the cherry blossoms this year, and I wonder when I’ll have a chance to see them again. I can still remember seeing them last year – in my head, the memory feels like a postcard from the Victorian era, with only the color of the blossoms added by hand. It feels of warm water with a slight electrical current to add frission. But mostly it feels calm.
Losing my appetite isn’t so bad, especially considering the fact that I’m due to lose more weight. I have a couple outfits that I -ahem- grew out of that I’d like to get back into this summer. As a side note, I’m thinking of scanning a picture to put up here – the other one (assuming you found it) is woefully badly-scanned, and it’s black and white. I have a better one (relatively speaking) which, while older, is more representative of the way I look now.
Have a beautiful week-end. I’m going walking during lunch.
