I've developed a tendinitis issue in my playing hand. That's my right hand. My teacher says it's because I grip the pick too hard. I've decided to switch over to a thumb pick and see how that goes. So far so good. The Astros are still in the post season, so I will concentrate on getting the change in strumming down and not do any open mikes until the Astros are out of it.
These past several years, I've had three pain in the ass women to deal with as bogus love interests. One was that virgin girl, starting in September of 2014 to January 2015, who worked at that one business I talk about, the next was her friend, from May 2015 to August 2015, and again from early to mid-2016, and then there was the Invisible Woman, from the first of this year until last Summer. All three represented major-shit ordeals that I had to see my way through, each one as bad as the other.
But, you know what? I look around now, and there are no more love interests out there! Not one. I can go around to places in my day to day routine and know that NOT ONE woman in my world can level the accusation about me that I am trying to make them over into a love interest. That used to be the thing for me to do, and I think that I am right in my assertion that the endless quest for a love interest led to the crash and burn dramas that I've somehow survived without death, serious maiming, or incarceration in a penal institution for the criminally insane or, alternately, a civilian state psychiatric facility.
These past several years, it's all been on these women who vie for this love interest status in my heart, but who seemed to have a much darker agenda that I managed to root out. As for the Invisible Woman, and whether that was all in my head, all I have to say is that she is well on her way to being the total non-entity in my inner life that the two before her are at this point. I'm better at smelling a rat. That's all I have to say.
These past several years, I've had three pain in the ass women to deal with as bogus love interests. One was that virgin girl, starting in September of 2014 to January 2015, who worked at that one business I talk about, the next was her friend, from May 2015 to August 2015, and again from early to mid-2016, and then there was the Invisible Woman, from the first of this year until last Summer. All three represented major-shit ordeals that I had to see my way through, each one as bad as the other.
But, you know what? I look around now, and there are no more love interests out there! Not one. I can go around to places in my day to day routine and know that NOT ONE woman in my world can level the accusation about me that I am trying to make them over into a love interest. That used to be the thing for me to do, and I think that I am right in my assertion that the endless quest for a love interest led to the crash and burn dramas that I've somehow survived without death, serious maiming, or incarceration in a penal institution for the criminally insane or, alternately, a civilian state psychiatric facility.
These past several years, it's all been on these women who vie for this love interest status in my heart, but who seemed to have a much darker agenda that I managed to root out. As for the Invisible Woman, and whether that was all in my head, all I have to say is that she is well on her way to being the total non-entity in my inner life that the two before her are at this point. I'm better at smelling a rat. That's all I have to say.
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