random update

[novapsyche]

So, the torrential rain today struck--again--at 5:00 p.m. Um, Nature, could you not pour on me right when I have to walk to the bus stop? I appreciate your cooperation.

My typing speed and accuracy has definitely improved since I got my most recent job placement. I'm very happy with my job, and I love being a Typist (yes, the capital is part of the title).

Last week, this 40-some-year-old man at the bus stop near my job if I would become his girlfriend. No, I hadn't met him before. I clearly explained that I was happily single and that I was not looking for anything, and he said that he just wanted to meet people to do friend-stuff with (such as bowling, which he suggested). I, of course, being the not-liar that I am, gave him my real name and my email address. I don't think he's a stalker--he seemed nice enough. But it's strange. I don't look for attention (at least, not most of the time). I don't wear make-up, I rarely wear revealing or tight clothes. He caught me as I was coming out of work, so I was wearing my work clothes (which happen to be the nicest part of my wardrobe). It's just strange.

My mom ended up with a subscription to Writer's Digest, and she has no idea how. So I get these issues, because my mom could care less. And even I get only the barest help from the articles (being a poetry writer, not fiction writer).

My sister had a manic episode last week, which was trying for the family, but ultimately good (she went to her first AA meeting and is re-committed to taking her medication). My brother, on the opposite side of the extreme scale, hit his fiance and pissed on her. (She says it was deliberate; he says she walked into his stream.) It's been one of those weeks.

Comments

[sourcebook.livejournal.com]

Maybe your forty-something guy glimpsed the inner flame? I'm more and more convinced that the people we meet are sent to us for a reason, bearing a message or a lesson. Doesn't mean we have to be suckers for those who would manipulate us, but it's good to keep our ears and minds open.

[novapsyche.livejournal.com]

Maybe your forty-something guy glimpsed the inner flame?

I don't think so. Not to snap to judgment, but I think the guy was a lonely geek. I mean, I know he's a geek; I could just tell.

During the conversation, he said he was on disability, so I asked him if he'd been hurt on the job. He said no, that it was because he was bipolar. Now, color me silly, but if one was trying to pick someone up at a bus stop (of all places), one would normally attempt to shield such information from one's interest, yes?

Like I said, he seems nice enough. But also clueless. So, yeah.

[sourcebook.livejournal.com]

You're right - it does sound like an excess of candour for a first meeting. I normally wait until the second or third before trotting out my therapeutic history.