Tea and Sadists and Circus Trains
I’m not much of a tea drinker but it seems like whenever I’m sick, it’s the first thing I want. Tea and soup. Not fancy, cold formula teas of the herbal and odd tasting kind but plain old Lipton bags, with honey and lemon added. Must be a throwback to what my mother served up when any of us were sick.
Tea, a fuzzy blanket and a box of Puffs with Vicks and I’m pretty much content.
Or as content as you can be when you’re coughing and sneezing and blowing so much snot out of your nose you can’t figure out how your body produced it all and where it’s coming from.
Was that tmi?
Sorry. I can’t seem to help myself.
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Taylor seems to be enjoying me being sick. Sounds weird, right? And it’s not that he likes me feeling crappy so much as he seems to find me cute when I’m miserable, even when it’s a cold that’s doing it and not him. Red nose, trailing tissues, fuzzy blanket, pathetic pout…
He does that “awww, puss puss. you poor thing”, patpatpat, thing a lot with a small smile on his face.
Crazy, isn’t it?
He really is some sort of weird, warped sadist. *blink*
Of course he also does that “if her head spins around ONE more time, I’m outta here” thing a lot when I get to feeling really awful and start bitching at everyone for everything. Mostly in the morning, when I’m not at my best anyhow, and no one bothers to take out the dogs when they start whining and waking my poor sick ass up and I have to get out of the toasty bed and shiver my way to the door.
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Being the caretaker in the household sort of sucks when you’re the one who is sick and needs care. They all try but they fumble a lot.
Needless to say, most of the cleaning I wanted to get done this weekend did not get done.
Meh.
Fuck it.
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I should know better than to peek in on FetLife when I’m feeling sick and grumpy. I literally nearly shoved my laptop off my lap in disgust. If it’s not complete fucking idiots asking the same questions over and over again it’s the old timers ARGUING with the idiots.
It’s like a circus train thru hell, clowns laughing, monkeys screaming, elephants shitting while the wheels go clackety clack…
And everybody smirkingly judges everyone else.
*shudder*
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And on that note, I believe I’ll go make some more tea.
I’ve written something here every day this month so far. Think I can make it all month?
Why do you keep going there when you know you can’t stand it? That’s just as absurd as those (me, for instance) who continue to argue.
Obviously there is something in it that appeals to me or I wouldn’t do it. I’m not quite masochistic enough to abuse myself with things I hate to do. So I keep going back and I keep arguing and it entertains me enough (sad as that may be to some) that I’ll probably do it again tomorrow.
But it just seems to piss you off. So.. why do you go back? Why do you read it? THAT’S what makes no sense to me. If Fetlife pissed me off I’d delete my profile and move on. I’m guessing you are either far more masochistic than I am or it does appeal to you and you don’t wanna admit it. :-)
I avoid it as much as possible, since it obviously doesn’t suit my mood lately. I do have to check on occasion, though, cuz we have friends from local groups who contact me there and one of the monthly events we try to make uses Fet to schedule.
Plus, yanno, I miss you and like to see what trouble you’re up to.
The arguing fascinates me like a car wreck, I guess. It seems like it’s so pointless and maybe it’s just me, not having energy for that stuff right now. But bitching about it is fun for me the same way doing it is fun for you right now so, there ya have it.
We’re all warped and all of life is a circus train.
I miss when you used to join in. You were/are really good at it.
Ah well. :-)
I knew it appealed to you on some level, though. I just knew it!
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