Of all the nerve. Several years ago a friend of mine, almost certainly in jest, called me misogynistic. One of the few times in my life that I didn’t bother to look it up. I should have. I just did, and almost pissed my pants. The reason I didn’t was because it was an online friend, and she had issues to numerous to count in the men department. To be honest, I figured it was probably a synonym for narcississtic which I’m not either so I let it roll on by. We continued to have many humerous conversations, and until I withdrew from the online world we remained moderately good friends.
I’m not sure why I confessed to ignorance and apathy there, but maybe just to make the point that I’m niether. Although misogyny would be a good one to be if you had the time to be hostile and hateful a lot. Narcissism on the other hand would be boring from hell. Maybe not for you, but I generally treat me like I treat everyone else that I’m not openly disdainful of…with barely concealed tolerance.
The really funny thing is that I tend to like almost everyone I meet. as long as they have no affect on my existence, why not? It’s when it gets deeper than that my issues tend to spring forth like a late blooming flower, all colorful rhetoric, with maladroit social graces as garnishment.
I guess what brought this on is I’m about to make a move. Homewise this time. One of many moves made this year. For better or worse, my sedentary approach to my existence is in the middle of cataclysmic upheaval. Faced with this, and being a firm believer in the old saw “in for a penny…in for a pound.” I’ve decided a change of scenery of the domicile variety is in order. The kids are all for it as this place is cramped from hell, and with the ongoing alcoholism issues the other parental unit is currently experiencing they spend most of their time here. I fear if more space is not forthcoming fratricide will be.
I made this decision like I make most. I saw it, I did it, nobody to consult. I like that. It makes things simple. I am in one of my nearly perpetual sabbaticals from decent relationship living, and it removes all the comprehensive consultation and compromise that is required. The last one ended like all of them. It was wonderful, it was horrible, and it became intolerable. Funny how love or the belief of love can do that. After oodles of soul searching, I chalked it up as all my fault and went to breakfast. That sounds a little snide, but it’s quite possibly as close to the truth as I’ll ever get on the matter, so its a good place to bury the body. I could dig deeper and try to decipher the myriad of mistakes that created the death of it, but why put myself through that? When it’s time to move you pack your shit and you move. When its time to get over it you pack your emotional garbage, take a couple years off and deal with the abject misery of making all of your own decisions for awhile. Darn, sounds horrid doesn’t it?
I’m not sure how I got from misogyny to here, but I’d probably characterize myself as stubborn, selfish, and independent. If that be misogyny then the dictionary has it all wrong. For those of you not wishing to scamper to a dictionary, and being as dense as I am…it means being hostile or hateful toward women. I’m hateful and hostile towward the bulk of society, and am disqualified as a result from taking part. Damn the luck.