Vocal Facebook Pages ~Love to Hate, Hate to Love
Why I need a support group for my support group
Being me in real life is not easy, trust me, simply due to juggling so many facets of my personality.
So, to have exposed myself (not literally, of course) to a multitude of eclectic people that keep tapping into various sides of me is, quite frankly, is causing my head to spin.
However, I can control that. I can back off, not engage for a bit, and recognize my saturation point.
Unfinished Business
My challenge is what to do with all of the unfinished business in my head. A couple of well-meaning, innocuous comments, and my brain is contemplating them for hours after.
My problem is that I don’t know how to get closure. I need a wrap-up and it’s impossible if the thread isn’t about what I personally continued to think about for 3 hours after a seemingly innocent exchange. I also am old enough to know that there is a time and place for everything and the Vocal Facebook pages are not like our personal pages.
Today alone I was blindsided twice in the course of one 20 minute ‘check in’ of the pages that I do throughout the day. For the remainder of what should have been a more productive day, I held full conversations in my head.
The first was about graphics on T-Shirts. I read the story and felt at one with it. Once I posted that I truly love to wear words, I felt cheesy. I wanted to verify my authenticity and not appear to be Eddie Haskell, the ass-kissing teen from Leave it To Beaver.
I wanted to send Teisha a picture. And I wanted to tell her that my daughter had asked me if I was advertising my amazing mammaries. Now I don’t know if I should wear it at all other than for sleeping. I wore it a lot to ‘The Coconuts’ which is the neighborhood splash pool my grandson and I frequent.
Sadly, looking back, I am the only adult here that knows I named the kiddie pool this so no one else would make the correlation. I will revisit this angst.
This opened another whole can of worms because I wonder how many people at the pools think I have a side job and advertise my ‘goods’ on the weekends.
Right on the heels of that inner psycho-babble, Judey posts a story about dating through Match.com.
It was bad enough that Gerald Holmes and J S Wade had written their tales of woe, but I wanted to sit with Judey Kalchik for the woman version of sharing stories.
I would probably start with the pleasant-faced, really nice smile guy, that turned out to be Shrek in person. Aside from the strong twin-like presentation, every time he chewed, his skull danced. Both upper sides of his head, where Shrek’s horns are, would rise, fall, and rise and fall in concert with his chewing. He was bald, which I normally love, but thankfully not green.
There is a plethora of just as fun dates in between but I would probably end my tale with the guy who, after an hour or two of heartfelt conversation, texted me the next morning to graphically explain the uncomfortable state in which he had awakened. A dream was involved and caused his discomfort and extreme pride. He went on to text that he was torn on sending me a picture because it was so amazing. He used the term Teepee and I knew he wasn’t camping so I just didn’t answer.
I need to break bread with some people. Well, not bread because I try to keep my carb intake to a minimum. But wine, I’d love to follow up with a glass (aka bottle) of wine to button up some additional commentary left hanging.
I predict, with great confidence, a Vocal Facebook page will be created for personal angst counseling in the near future. I can’t be the only one that needs more from my growing fantastical friendships.
It will not contain linked stories, no complaints, and there will be no questions about anything Vocal with one exception.
What time can we meet for wine? Pinot noir is my preference, please.