Do You, Baby

IMG_20151117_162230713_HDRIt’s been a while. For some reason my internet WiFi stopped working and I had to run a 100 foot wire from upstairs to my place in the dank basement. It was a frustrating process. Lots of flashbacks to when I could light a cigarette up and pretend it was helping me cope with the stress.

I’ll spare you the horrid details.

Anyhow, I’m doing okay. Lots of weird adventures in the dating world. Because I work afternoons, it’s super hard to have any sort of social life.

Don’t get me wrong, I freaking love being able to sleep in and stay up late. I don’t want to trade that freedom in or anything, but meeting new people or potential love interests is much, much harder. That’s all I’m saying.

I have managed to figure out the online dating thing. I’ve been out on quiet a few dates with different people since I last posted to this blog. There were two that started to get serious before things went off the rails.

And thus a blog post was born!

Do you people. Don’t let people or society tell you how to act. The first fledgling relationship I had, the woman told me I had to ‘act my age’ because I like to goof around. I also have an Avengers cup in my bathroom and a few action figures as well.

Sue me.

That’s the crap I like. Those things interest me. They entertain me. They make me happy. Is there some invisible line I missed that demands we give up the things that make us happy so we can grow old bored and miserable?

Screw that!

The second one just went all bizarre. I don’t even want to explain it. I think I might have some of the worst luck in choosing a mate on the planet.

But whatever. I’m not going to change who I am. I’m not going to ‘grow up’. I’m going to do me and live my life doing the things that make me happy.

If you’re still reading this, I hope you do the same. Don’t let people or society dictate how you should act. Don’t be miserable so others can feel better about how you’re behaving. Screw them.

Just do you, baby.



  1. Who cares if you have some action figures? I’m 42 and still have teddy bears, and even sleep with a couple in the bed every night (husband has never cared). As far as hobbies, there are a lot more harmful things to play with than action figures and teddies! Find someone who can appreciate you for you.

    I spent most of my nursing career working second shift (3pm to midnight), and it was damn tough to to date anyone who worked different hours. The social world is setup to thrive off a 9-5 job with weekends free, but a lot of us don’t have the luxury of having hours like that. While I enjoyed second shift for the same reasons you did, it killed my social life, no doubt about it.

  2. It’s good to hear you’re managing!

    Ah, the days of coping with stress through nicotine addiction. Sometimes I miss them, but then I realize I’m actually missing the chemical process that rewarded me for obeying my addiction.

    It takes a good amount of strength to be able to have the kind of confidence you express in this post. Some people react negatively to it. I’m glad to hear you’re not letting them get you down.

  3. Hey, I was wondering where you went. I enjoyed arguing with you. 🙂

    Sorry to hear about the difficult dating situation. That stuff completely perplexes me, so I’ve given up in that department. I actually find it comforting not to have to worry about it. Honestly, based on this post in seems like you know what you’re doing. It is absolutely way more important to make yourself happy before you worry about making someone else happy. I’m sure you’ll find someone. There’s a lot of cool ladies out there.

  4. If it makes you feel any better.. my husband is a huuuuuge superman fan so whenever I find a shirt his size I buy it for him… 😉
    Also. He likes to goof around. It’s adorable but sometimes I want to punch him.

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