Reunited And It Feels So...Good?

Almost a month ago I made the decision that a trial separation was necessary. There wasn't any drama, no specific event that spurred the decision - I just felt like taking a break.  Although I wasn't certain, I suspected it would be temporary and that I would desire a reconnection fairly quickly. And last night it happened. 


I took a step towards reconciliation and logged on.  It's been a rocky road and we've had our challenges but I think we're at a good place so I'm officially back together with fb and twitter.


When I first deactivated, I really didn't think it was a big deal. Seriously, I just felt like disconnecting for a minute. I didn't even think about anyone noticing.  And who would care that much even if they did? 


But the reaction I got was kinda interesting.  I think there was more interest in why I wasn’t on fb then if I had gone through a real separation.  I guess it’s easier to understand the reasons for a divorce than it is to understand the reasons someone might get off fb…


I don’t know; it was a weird phenomenon.  Okay, that’s really strange for me to type because I cannot pronounce the word “phenomenon”.  So now I’m sitting here trying to say it…and my mouth will not work.  I can hear it in my head but my mouth has a mind of its own…and she’s a stubborn little thing.

Anyway, it was just strange and made me realize that there are some friends in life that check on you because they love you and some friends that check on you because they want an interesting story.  I still love both kinds of friends but I think it’s important to recognize the difference between the two.

Here are some other observations I’ve made the past couple of days:

I may need some sort of psychological intervention.  See, sometimes after I have a conversation where I feel like I sounded like an idiot (it happens more than you would expect) I replay the conversation in my head and I repeat whatever it is that I said that I found to be embarrassing or stupid.  Like shaking my head going “Oh my gosh, I cannot believe I just said that.” 

But what I realized is that sometimes, when these little scenarios are playing out in my head I am actually kind of repeating the conversation...Out. Loud. 

I’m thinking this is probably not very common and could be cause for concern.  I don’t generally see a lot of people walking around talking to themselves. And when I do, I clutch my purse a little bit tighter and move to the opposite end of the sidewalk. Because the people I see doing that always seem a little….unbalanced.  So I’m not sure what to think about that…

I’ve also been aware lately that not everyone appreciates a dirty sense of humor as much as I do.  I try not to be crass but honestly, I’m just a teeny tiny bit on the perverted side when it comes to humor.  I mean, Ron White is my all time favorite comedian…that says a lot.  And it isn’t intentional – my mind just goes there.  Essentially, I have the sense of humor of a 15 year old boy…and quite honestly, probably the sex drive to match.  So forgive me if I laugh when you say something that could even remotely be misconstrued as sexual. Because I will take it that way.  And I will laugh.  Remember the Schweddy ball skit from SNL? Yeah, that was made especially for people like me.

I also need to be more careful about my wardrobe selection and how I handle myself when wearing said attire.  I will spare you the gory details.  Let’s just say I owe a “You’re welcome” or “I’m sorry” to a truckload of construction workers, depending how you look at it.

I’m off to overanalyze what I’ve said while snickering about that phallic shaped cookie and letting my skirt blow up while I get into my car.  But if you see me mumbling to myself at least you’ll understand why…