A Debilitated Heart

A young co-worker, just eighteen years in age, but wise beyond his years, approached me the other night.  He had a look of seriousness on his face, asking a serious question and not wanting one of my usual smart-ass quips.

L_____ is, as I said, wise beyond his eighteen years, and we've engaged in some inspiring subjects while restocking the coolers at work, but this subject, as it does with many, was stumping him and it was easy to understand why.

"How do you know when a girl is really into you?" he asked.  For a moment, I was sincerely touched, but remembering that my luck with the fairer sex has not been what anyone would categorize as, ideal.  Before I could answer his question, he added, "I asked this girl out for a coffee and she said, 'Hell yeah!'"  I confounded.  Even in my (extreme) few successes, I'd never gotten a 'hell yeah" as a response.

I paused for a moment, attempting to recall some fragment of useful information, but alas I had to confess that my knowledge wasn't up to par.  That no tidbit of information from me would bear any fruit of usefulness.  "I don't know," I explained, "Usually when I ask a girl out for a coffee, she somehow hears it as 'Can I have sex with you?', although I'm really talking about a warm refreshing beverage."

He thanked me for listening and continued on with his tasks, leaving me to dwindle on my past.  Silently I reminisced about the many rejections I've received over the years, concluding on two that I couldn't distinguish between as being the worse rejections.  Later on, I approached young L_____ and asked for his opinion.  Like I said, he's wise beyond his years.

"I asked one girl out for coffee and she answered with a resounding 'NOPE!!'  No hesitation.  No thoughts on the matter.  Not even so much as eye contact.  I barely got the question out and it was a 'nope' with a hard 'P' sound." I explained.

"Well that was harsh." he said.

"The other rejection," I continued, "The girl paused, scrunched up her face and uttered with disgust, "Eww. No."

L_____ was taken aback, then started to calculate in his head which rejection was truly the worse of the two.  He went with the latter, stating that the exclamation of disgust was definitely worse.  All these years, I'd always considered the first as worse, as no consideration was placed into the decision, but upon reexamination, I'm going to have to agree with my young friend.  Pausing to think about it, then shrieking with fear and disgust, does seem more offensive.  Damn.  My life sucks...!

I've always suffered from seasonal depression.  My sadness and loneliness seems to culminate during the winter months.  Professionals have explained it to me that it's the lack of sunlight and that the sky always seems so dull and grey.  I've always disagreed, stating that it's because all the shit that most couples enjoy together, happens during these months.  My spell usually begins just before Halloween and extends off into springtime.

I've gone on to explain that Halloween is a time that is most enjoyed with a partner.  Go out to a bar or a party and have some fun and laughs.  I'm usually a designated driver, instead, often looked over by party patrons.  Next is my birthday.  I've never had a girlfriend or significant other to share my birthday with.  Probably explains why I prefer to hide away and ignore everything when November 29th rolls around.  After that, it's Christmas.  Everyone around me is bragging and showing me what they got for their loved one and all I can do is fake a smile and feign interest, wishing I had someone special to share the holiday with.  I did have someone special many many years ago, but she died in a car accident days before Christmas, so the season has always been a little tarnished for me, though I don't dwell on the negativity as much anymore.

I've never had a New Year's kiss.  While everyone around me is smooching to Auld Lang Syne, I'm left looking at the floor, reminiscing about the one year that I did have a girlfriend on New Year's Eve, but because she didn't like public displays of affection, I was rejected.  A few years later, I'd be celebrating the New Year with some friends at a house party, one woman spoke up and said, I'll give everyone a New Year's kiss, but not Jeff.  Talk about a proverbial kick to the junk.

St. Valentine's Day is next.  I got a dancing gorilla with a top hat once from a friend at work.  I kinda had the hots for her, but nothing every grew from that.  (Ironically, she was the one who uttered - "Eww, No.")  I still have that dancing gorilla today and on St. Valentine's Day, I press the button and watch him dance for a few seconds.  It makes me smile and feel special for a moment... I've never had anyone special to buy flowers or chocolate for.  No one to take out on for a romantic dinner.

I have had a few successes with women.  I'm not a complete loser.  I'm mostly a loser, but not completely.  However, on closer examination of what worked to get those successes, I haven't got the foggiest idea.  One or two of them were alcohol-related, so anyone's guess is as good as any.  A couple successes more were the result of off-the-cuff smart-ass remarks.  Endeavours that have not been successfully repeated.

I'm often told that I'm a nice person, but beyond that, I don't know what is wrong with me.  I know I'm not interesting.  I don't do anything interesting.  I don't have any hobbies that I can share with people.  No extra-curricular activities that can strike interest.  I haven't any passions that anyone deems interesting.  I'm afraid I'm a lone wolf, destined to walk the world alone.

These days, life is especially tough.  I've not been able to secure gainful employment since being laid off from CNH in June of 2014.  I see many of my co-workers around and about and they've all found jobs to supplement their lifestyles, while I've been "lucky" enough to get hired onto a back-breaking minimum wage job that is slowly killing me from the inside out.  I've sent resumes to countless employers and even have an employment coach trying to help me out.  It seems like the more resumes that are sent out and the more rejections I get, the more useless I'm feeling about myself, every day.

I'm glad I have my cat, Monkey, otherwise I don't know where I'd be, if I were to be at all.

My birthday is on Tuesday.  I plan on staying home, with Monkey.  We're going to watch TV.  Share some laughs..., then I have to go to work that night. 😞
Damn!  My life sucks...!

My boy, Monkey.

Happy St. Valentine's Day, Everyone!!!

It's funny how most of those who refer to St. Valentine's Day as a "stupid holiday", are usually the very same people who are also single when February 14th comes to pass.  I don't find the day as particularly undesirable, as it is a marketing ploy to guilt people into buying expensive shit for their love interests.  Not to sound like a cheap f*ck, but I guess ya gotta call a spade a spade, but I would much rather celebrate the occasion a few days after the fact.  Express one's affection while saving a few bucks.  You can't put a price on love?  Well, apparently, I CAN!

I've never, to the best of my recollection, ever had a significant other on St. Valentine's Day.  I'm certain it's not because of my thriftiness, but just bad timing.  I'm sure if I did have that special girl in my life, though, I wouldn't reserve the romance to one day out of the year.  A true gentleman should celebrate his love, throughout the year.  Of course, that's just my opinion, I could be WAY off base.

Once again, though, February 14th enters and exits, leaving me in it's dust, destined to watch it's tail lights disappear into the distance.  I sent a text to a friend earlier, commenting on how this mutual friend of ours had a date for St. Valentine's Day, yet (ironically) a sexy bitch like myself, is left at home to drown my sorrows in a deep chilled glass of chocolate milk.  Sadly, this is not a ritual reserved for romantic holidays alone.  My friend replied that I at least had my cat, Monkey, to keep me company.  To which I promptly replied, tongue-in-cheek, of course, that it would be wrong for anyone to violate their pet in such a way.  All kidding aside, though, he has once more, not left my side.  Even now, he is slumbering on my left foot, cutting off the circulation to my toes.  The speculation of my comments, though, does remind me of a story I'd heard a friend tell me, once upon a time.  I don't know if this were a true story or an urban myth, as over the years, I've heard a few similar tales.

It seems that a group of friends prepared a surprise party for a friend of theirs who was single throughout the holiday season, and with St. Valentine's Day upon her, was feeling especially out of sorts.  They'd gathered in the young woman's apartment, eagerly awaiting her return home.  Their rustling soon being hushed as they heard her keys jingling on the other side of the door.  Quietly, they waited for this girl to turn on the lights, prompting them to call out "SURPRISE"!  However, instead of turning on the light, she instead rounded the corner and headed down the hall to her bedroom, bags in hand.  The small menagerie of friends looked at one another with looks of confusion and pride in pulling off a perfect surprise.  They continued to wait in the dark, surmising that she would soon exit her bedroom and re-enter the main area of the small apartment.  Alas, this moment never came and people began murmuring and getting antsy.  Realizing the jig was up, one of the friends volunteered to fetch the young woman from her bedroom, and reveal the surprise.  When she got to the bedroom door, she knocked and entered without waiting for a response.  It was then that she discovered the young woman, completely naked on her bed with nothing more than a jar of peanut butter, it's contents slathered over her nether-regions and her golden retriever lapping it up.  SURPRISE...?!?

Happy St. Valentine's Day Everyone!!!