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.

Gossiping on Dalles Rez

I’ve always known that people gossip. But it’s just getting worse and worse.

There are a few people on Dalles who just love to gossip. People are asking Lorraine if I like to fuck little kids. Apparently there’s some rumour going around.

These people (and yes I do know EXACTLY who’s talking) make assumptions about me based upon the fact that I go to Frontline Games. Two stupid friends of Lorraine actually had the nerve to ask her if I like little kids because I’m in there so often. They didn’t stop to think that they might be saying one of the most offensive things someone could ever say to someone else. They didn’t stop to think how much they might be emotionally hurting me by making those assumptions.

Those morons made an uneducated stupid assumption based upon sheer ignorance. The idiots didn’t bother to ask me why I’m in there. They didn’t bother to ask the owner of the store the general age of people going in there. The immature morons didn’t bother to wonder… ‘hey maybe adults do online gaming too’. No… they judged me in the typical Kenora style of stupidity.

Another thing that people are making idiotic assumptions about is the fact that I give people rides. Even though I give all manner of people rides, the few gossiping gits on Dalles only seem to say anything when I give females a ride. The venomous assholes don’t say anything when I give Archie, or Paul, or Roberta, or Doris, or Alice, or any of the drunks who are sometimes on Dalles from town a ride. They don’t say anything when I give Junior a ride… they don’t say anything when I give any male a ride. They only want to gossip when it comes to females. It’s pretty messed up that these two-faced wankers have nothing better to do than whisper and talk quietly behind people’s back being snidey twats. It’s similar to that one episode of the Sopranos when all the wiseguy’s wives were sitting around gossiping and she’s there wondering at how pathetic their lives were for them to be getting excited about stupid pieces of gossip.

It’s the same principle on Dalles… the few people that are gossiping about me really do have pointless lives that aren’t worth a shit. I mean if talking about me and my sexual preferences is something they find interesting, then I’d say they need some counselling.

There are quite a few people on Dalles that are alright… people I genuinely do like – mainly the ones I’ll wave to when driving – they know who they are.