Studying: For my newish job I am going through a 6-week training. Week 6 begins tomorrow. On Thursday we take a comprehensive exam. I’m supposed to be studying. I’m tired of studying. I got my MSW so I wouldn’t have to study ever again (or at least for many, many, many years). **Sigh**
Sample Question: When we are discussing the mental health of a parent, what are we assessing related to child maltreatment?
Answer: The impact of the caretaker’s mental health on the child and on the child’s safety.
Reading: I was bored so I started re-reading Harry Potter (shocker). Then I decided I needed something new to read. So, I took the three $10 amazon giftcards I had planned on sending to my sister’s three children for Christmas that never managed to get mailed, and I got myself books for my kindle. I’m such a terrible aunt!! Oh well. I bought myself the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy. Because I could. I wasn’t sure if I would want to read them. I wasn’t sure if all the hype was accurate. So far, I like the subject (um, duh), but I find the writing to be of poor quality. I will read all of the books because I bought them. And I hope the writing quality improves.
Booty Call: Michael and I decided that we would not be good as boyfriend/girlfriend. Well, he decided. I think we have potential, but I am respectful of others’ opinions. After I left with my face dry and a smile on my face, I sent a text asking if we were still allowed to be friends. He agreed. Less than a week later I ended up in bed with him (again). I had had a long day at work (studying, traveling, etc.) and wanted relief. I got myself invited over. We didn’t waste time with niceties. We quickly undressed each other. He was like, “Is this a booty call?” I replied, “Absofuckinglutely.” We had a great time. He got me off three times, I got him off twice. Good times. I don’t think continuing a fwb arrangement with Michael would be wise. I’d not want to share him.
Persistently Rude Men: Really, this is about one man in particular, but
probably definitely applies to many men I’ve interacted with via the internet/texting. This guy doesn’t get a name. We had only sent like 2 messages online and exchanged number. I generally don’t do that. (I really need to stick to my general rules!) Anyway, he immediately demanded pictures. He didn’t specify. So I sent a super modest one. Then he was asking about sex stuff. I told him I didn’t want to talk about sex stuff (What?! Me?! Not want to talk about sex stuff?! Yep. I’m not looking for that. I can get that whenever I want.) So, what does this guy do? He persists. I stop talking. He calls me. For about 20 minutes I listen to him talking about his preferences, etc. I managed to get off the phone. He said something about WWE. I commented about how WWE is a stage production. He called back. (WHY THE HELL DID I ANSWER THE PHONE?!) He lectured me about the beauty of WWE. I think he’s in love… I got to speak maybe 5 words during the entire conversation. Then I was finally able to get away again. He started texting asking about sex again. I told him I’m not talking with him because he’s not respecting me. So, he launched into asking me questions about me. Too late, dude. I’m done. I was so done as soon as he tried to discuss sex rather than get to know each other. Ugh. Men.
Anyway. I should get back to studying.
Stay classy, people.