Gossip in Kenora

Things are going good. I’m glad to be free to do as I please without having to answer to anyone. I have been hurt very badly in the last four months and so I am not about to get into a relationship or a fuck-buddy-ship with anyone. Women are too much hassle. I’m going to do my thing.

I’ve heard from two friends that I’m supposed to be getting with a friend of mine. It’s simply not true. This friend is the former friend of a former friend. She fell out with our mutal friend, and then me and the mutual friend fell out, but for completely seperate reasons. We don’t discuss that mutual ex-friend at all, which leaves things uncomplicated and without any uneasy vibes or situations. Soon as I heard on Swap N’ Shop that this friend had kittens available I snapped one up. Gonna pick him up in six weeks. I’ve named the kitten ‘Cat’. Nice and simple.

Anyways… I did think it kind’ve amusing that two people think I’m ‘with’ a lady simply because I add her to facebook, or go around her house to get a cat. I’ve a good idea who’s doing the gossiping but I’m not phased because it just isn’t true.

My friend’s husband is lead singer in a band, and is about the most awesome singer I’ve ever seen live. I mean it too. He wrote this one song for his wife, and the two times I’ve been to his house, I asked him to play it. I only wish I could play it.

Living Single

As anyone who knows me intimately will tell you I’m living in town and with the exception of a few new problems, life is good.

Settling into the new routine as best as I can. I’ve still not been able to get a proper sleeping pattern and am surviving each night on an average of 3 hours sleep. I sleep even worse when my children aren’t with me every other week.

Socially I’m making friends again… acquaintances. It feels good that I can talk to someone without feeling obligated to explain to anyone why I’m talking to that person.

I’m sad to see that my children’s mother’s family are still gossiping. I was giving two friends and a baby a ride to the ice hockey tournament this past weekend. I saw my children’s maternal grandfather who works Street Patrol in Kenora. After six years, he won’t even look at me or talk civilly to me. Not that it matters, but it does make me wonder about a person’s maturity level. Anyway… I saw him at the tournament outside in the carpark. What did he do? Go gossiping to my children’s mother that I had people in my car. My children’s mother said he mentioned it because he was concerned about my children. I’d be my last breath that’s bullshit. A polygraph would no doubt show he felt obligated to tell his daughter because we used to be in a relationship. Immature. Disappointing when it comes from the patriarch of a family who’s supposed to rise above the pettiness and gossiping.

I wish people would realise that what I do in my own time is NOBODY’S business.