The Gossip

I’d like to say this will be the last time I talk about this but who knows? sometimes shit comes up.

So Canadian gossip, your favorite kind of gossip!

I don’t know where to start, it was simultaneously all encompassing and totally insignificant. I guess I’ll start by saying TBU has a crush on one of his cousins, he knows I know this and denies it. Maybe crush is too far, it’s more of a need for her to like him. A strong need. As evidenced by him declaring that he is her favorite cousin, to which each and every time she responded with laughter. She never agreed or reciprocated. Really TBU, get a clue.

He wasn’t really flirtatious with her, that I saw anyway, but he did leave me to stay up all night with her. He got upset with me because I was upset with him for leaving me in the cabin while he stayed out with her until 5am. I was like what. the. fuck. soon to be married man? He said that I was ruining his relationship with his family because he was acting different because of me. His relationship with everyone else was exactly as healthy as he left it, I assure you. It was her he was referring to. Long term committed relationships don’t have to mean not having any fun, but there are also people’s feelings involved in those relationships that should be respected. For example, now that we live in San Diego, Savage wants to go surfing with me. Savage and I are completely platonic friends. But if I were to go surfing with Savage I know that it might make TBU not jealous, but uncomfortable. In a way that can’t really be articulated. There is no word for it that I know. We both know that we love each other and that we would never cheat on each other, so that’s not the issue. The issue is simply respect of the other’s feelings and not wanting to do anything that would hurt the other, even if both parties understand that nothing happened. I imagine that TBU knowing that my and Savage’s wet bodies would touch while in the water would bother him. I suspect that TBU would not want Savage to put his arms around me as I fell, because I will fall, or that he would want us to spend our day frolicking on the beach. Not because he doesn’t trust me but because he would feel left out, or something. It just wouldn’t make him feel good. So thus far I have declined the offer, because I want TBU to be secure in the fact that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, even if it was completely innocent.

TBU doesn’t see his actions in the same way. I don’t know exactly how he sees it but it seems to me that he is always trying to prove a point. Like, “I can get away with this and you shouldn’t be bothered because I say so.” Well I am. When I called him on the whole 5am thing he told me that he was “holding back” so I wouldn’t get jealous. OH WELL. EXCUUUUUUSE ME. I’m sorry you have to hold back from flirting with people in my presence. I am only your fiance after all, don’t let me stop you.

Like when he was ignoring me for some reason (I forget why, it’s hard to keep track of this shit) I started to play horseshoes with his cousins. He really can’t stand it if I have fun without him when he’s trying to make me feel bad. Two girls were swimming and he saw his chance. On his way into the lake he yelled, “Your bathing suit is in the cabin if you want to come in.” Now what do you think the intention behind that remark was? It certainly wasn’t to invite me to swim with him. Because I know where my swimsuit is and I know that you know I know where it is, thankyouverymuch. Plus I’m in the middle of a game. No, he said that so I would know he was going swimming with two girls without me. For some reason he thinks he’s so sly. Is this a TBU thing? I can’t imagine all men who are on the brink of turning 29 are this way.

Whenever I call him on any of this he doesn’t see his actions as a problem, he claims I’m jealous. It isn’t jealousy, but him calling me jealous implies that he thinks there is something I should be jealous of, which instantly puts a shade of suspicion on his actions. I can see why he wants me to be jealous though. Because it’s easy and petty and it releases him from being responsible for his actions. It’s something that makes me the issue instead of him. God forbid he be the issue, then he would have to you know, actually change. In fact, it’s really hard to make me jealous. I guess the only thing I’m ever jealous of is people who are with partners who don’t do this shit.

I know in the last post I said that this cousin girl, Jenna I think I called her, wasn’t the issue and really she’s not. But a lesser issue, aside from TBU acting like a teenager, is that I just don’t like her. And even if TBU didn’t have this whole thing for her, I still wouldn’t like her. She has the exact qualities of this girl who used to be my best friend in elementary school, by high school we were still acquaintances but I had to stop all communication with her because she was so obnoxious.

When I first met Jenna, I saw the similarities but I had no evidence so I went against my gut. Note to self: never go against your gut. She’s one of those people who inexplicably attracts attention at all times. She makes people feel like they are important to her when she wants something but doesn’t reciprocate the friendship. People continue to think she’s the best even though they’re lamenting all the shit she does, how she manipulates them. Evidence, she told one of her cousins that she would give them a bunch of furniture for their new house but that they needed to give her a ride home from the cabin. On the day they were supposed to leave Jenna decided she wanted to sit around and drink martinis for several hours before she would leave. So there was her cousin not being able to drink at happy hour, waiting and waiting, so she could give Jenna a ride, so Jenna would give her some furniture. The whole time the cousin just talked shit about Jenna but wouldn’t leave her there because, well I don’t know why. I guess I’ve grown out of caring if I’m popular, I would’ve left when I felt like it. But this girl is one of those people who manages to convince others that she’s worth their time. When Jenna decided she was drunk enough, she said it was time to go, not the person who was the unwilling designated driver.

So I think that’s what bothers me even more about TBU’s need for this girl to like him. That he’s vying so hard for someone’s attention that in his ordinary life he would laugh at. We would laugh, roll our eyes and stay far away. But for some reason he doesn’t see all this. He thinks they’re close, when it’s obvious to me that she makes everyone feel that way. I guarantee you she doesn’t share the feeling, he’s just someone she sees once a year who she likes to drink with. But really, who doesn’t this girl like to drink with?

I know no relationship is perfect and aside from all this nonsense, life with TBU is pretty fucking awesome. I don’t know what goes on in his mind. There’s some kind of divide, something he’s working out in his head. I don’t know. Does anyone else experience something like this in their relationships? Anyone, anyone?

The Millionizer is gonna go take some pills to not have babies and then some pills to relax

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A girl from class to touch

At FlashcampSF right now. If you came up to me right now I would either A) pretend not to speak English or B) tell you I was a flash developer. I’m whatever you want me to be baby.

I took the bus today, as I do when I meet TBU for trips to San Francisco. There were a few noticibles. Like, for once I was the only one with my ears plugged into something. And no matter what, I always manage to sit next to the most annoying person on the bus. For 45 minutes I sat next to a girl who compulsively called someone. Like at no point was her phone not connected to her network. By the time one call ended she was already starting another conversation. I was tempted to get on my phone and have a fake conversation that included me saying, “Nothing, just sitting next to a grotesque freckled ginge who won’t shut the fuck up. I’m just trying not to breathe too deep. Ginge isn’t contagious is it?” But I didn’t. I listened to the mp3 player TBU got me for my birthday.

Oh yeah, I turn 26 next week. I am officially on my way out of my 20’s. I’m glad though, I am such an 8th grader. I’m ready to go to college.

Speaking of college, I’m done with my last final for the semester on Tuesday. Don’t break out the bottles too quick though, I’m taking Summer school and it starts n Monday. I’ll let you know when the bottles can come.

On the bus I almost started weeping while I listened to Gold Mined Gutted. I don’t knot who sings it or what. But it almost made me cry. Santa Cruz scenes were blurring by and it seemed like a sad, sad soundtrack to my departure.

Have I told you? No I haven’t. TBU and I are leaving Santa Cruz for the warmer, fake tittier  climate of San Diego. Probably by the end of the year. That’s what happens when goals start to be reached, shit changes.

Oh! Another thing about Flashcamp. This older gentleman sat next to TBU and was kinda hogging the elbow room. I noticed and discretely whispered, “Do you want me to scoot over?” Except I had my earphones in and it was totally indiscrete. TBU didn’t answer he just opened his mouth like he was going to say shit the fuck up! But he just side glanced at me and hella ingored me. Then the man moved over a seat. Sir! I’m sorry! I only asked because I was concerned about TBU’s comfort! You were never meant to hear! So fail.

In other breaking Flashcamp news, Asian people who are like literally from Asia are so fucking pushy. Let move my beer before you walk on it you freak bitch.

So I hope you’ve enjoyed the first drunken update in a long time. Thanks for the free beer, Adobe!

The Millionizer doesn’t want TBU to ask a question because it embarrasses her. I am the harbinger of dream death.

PS I’m torn. Should I include a FlashCamp tag? I would, except the whole thing about disparaging an entire race that has been pretty productive. Positive stereotyping! My solution will be to add the tag tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Leave all the “you’re racist” comments you want. I won’t be here.

PPS Makers faire update tomorrow. Let me rephrase that. I will go to Maker Faire tomorrow but I will not post about it because, let’s face it, promptness is not my strong suit. Do you know about MakerFaire? No? then click that link!

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Mardi Gras misunderstanding

I got home last night and TBU had delicious homemade sangria waiting for me. He said he wanted to get into the spirit of mardi gras with Spanish stuff or something. I was like booze = mardi gras =perfect. What was even more awesome was that he was preparing breakfast burritos for dinner! My favorite Mexicanish meal! When we were just about to eat he mentioned the Mexican cokes in the fridge. Mexican cokes!? Awesome. Then I asked why all the Mexican/Spanish stuff. And he said because isn’t that where mardi gras comes from? And I said no, it’s French. To which he replied, well that makes sense because it has a French name. Then I asked what mardi gras means in French. And he was like, “Fat Tuesday,” duh.

We clearly need each other.

It’s Ash Wednesday, no more fucking around people.

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