This Entry Contains a Ghost Story and Drama
Where do I begin? A whole lot has happened since my last entry, really good stuff, really bad stuff, and some kind of creepy stuff.
Maybe I should start with my ghost story. This happened on Valentine's Day, but Dad didn't tell me about it until last night. My dad usually wakes up at 5:00am to go to work early, but he hadn't been as good about that recently since he's considering retiring. Well, at about 5:00am on Valentine's Day, he awoke to the house alarm going off. Of course, in a few moments, the alarm company calls and tells him that they detected motion in the foyer. He told them that he would go check it out and if he didn't return in a few minutes, then they should go on and notify the police. He loaded his gun and went looking through the entire house. Of course, he didn't find anything-no sign of disturbance. So he told the alarm company that there was no problem and got ready for work. He set the alarm as he left.
Part way through the day, the alarm company called him at work telling him that the alarm was going off yet again. Once again, he told them not to call the police and that he would just go on home to check things out. He called our neighbor and asked her to go look around the perimeter of the house to check for any signs of forced entry. Of course, there was no sign of disturbance, so he went back to work without setting the alarm. We never had any problems with the alarm prior to this incident, and he hasn't had any problems with it since. He says that he feels like God was allowing Mom to try and contact him on Valentine's Day. Well, not contact like giving him a message, more like just reassuring him of her presence.
I'm not sure about jumping on board with that idea. If nothing else, I don't want to have to come home and sleep in a haunted house, even if we are dealing with the spirit of my deceased mother. My point is, my dad feels a little more consoled, so I'm glad. "Detected motion in the foyer." *Shudders* That gives me the heeby jeebies.
On an even more somber note, my brother, who lost his job again, is coming back home on Tuesday. It's frustrating. The man (and I use the term loosely) is 30 years old! Why can't he support himself. I hope he actually gets a job so he can start saving up some money, get out of the nest, and support himself indefinitely. If he goes back to what he did a couple of years ago, sleeping till noon and getting drunk and stoned every night, then I'm just going to call him out. He talked a mean talk in December about how he liked being poor so he could go to new places and soak up the culture from the very bottom. If several months from now, he's doing his mooch thing, I'll just have to ask him, "So when are you leaving? You don't have any money, so this is the perfect opportunity for you to go off somewhere and 'soak up the culture from the very bottom.'" At which point, he'll take a swing at me, and I'll unleash my inner beast and pay him back for all the times in my childhood he pinned me down on the floor and farted on my head. Incidentally, now you know why I turned out the way I did.
Maybe confronting him won't be necessary. Maybe he'll actually get a job and clean up his act. Then again, maybe Mom will start haunting him and scare him straight.
Now for the good and juicy news. I talked to the girl who I thought blew me off last week. I was debating whether or not to IM her the next time I saw her online. In the end, we both agreed to no head games. She's sick of them, and I don't know how to read signals. If she did have a change of heart about eventually getting together, I wanted to follow the "no head games" policy and actually hear/read it for myself. Apparently, she didn't blow me off, she's just bad about returning phone calls.
But the story doesn't in there. Upon examining her Facebook account, I came across a link to her MySpace account. I read her most recent entry, one bemoaning why good men are hard to find. One of her friends had left a note on that entry saying that she had actually found what she was looking for, and it was closer to her than she thought. When I learned that her friend is enamored with her, that information put me at odds with some of my convictions. This guy already has a connection to her. Furthermore, based on what little I was able to read about him, he sounds like me. He's the proverbial nice guy who isn't good with women and is sick of them always falling for jerks when he knows he'd treat them better. He also wants to either go work for the FBI or CIA.
I thought back to all the times the woman I knew and liked went for the jerk. I thought about all the times the woman I had feelings for was snatched up by someone else and how that made me feel. That feeling rots, and I don't like the idea of ever putting another guy through that.
Maybe I'm being too nice. Supposedly, all is fair in love and war. Furthermore, if I ever date anybody, chances are I'll be stepping on some guy's toes, unless I date someone who's such a vile human being that no one else likes her. I hope that doesn't happen.
Regardless, one of my inner voices just doesn't want to hurt another guy. The women are pretty good at doing that without my help.
Seriously, though, this guy is her already friend, and I feel that he would already be in a good position to give her what she ultimately wants. I’d feel absolutely awful if I stood in the way of that. I mentioned this guy to her last night and asked why she wasn’t dating him. She said she doesn’t think his feelings are real, which is a good reason not to get involved with him. Even if we meet and find out that we’re not a good pair, I think she’ll at least give me a chance. I’m happy about that. So I guess I’m back in the saddle for now.
Maybe I should start with my ghost story. This happened on Valentine's Day, but Dad didn't tell me about it until last night. My dad usually wakes up at 5:00am to go to work early, but he hadn't been as good about that recently since he's considering retiring. Well, at about 5:00am on Valentine's Day, he awoke to the house alarm going off. Of course, in a few moments, the alarm company calls and tells him that they detected motion in the foyer. He told them that he would go check it out and if he didn't return in a few minutes, then they should go on and notify the police. He loaded his gun and went looking through the entire house. Of course, he didn't find anything-no sign of disturbance. So he told the alarm company that there was no problem and got ready for work. He set the alarm as he left.
Part way through the day, the alarm company called him at work telling him that the alarm was going off yet again. Once again, he told them not to call the police and that he would just go on home to check things out. He called our neighbor and asked her to go look around the perimeter of the house to check for any signs of forced entry. Of course, there was no sign of disturbance, so he went back to work without setting the alarm. We never had any problems with the alarm prior to this incident, and he hasn't had any problems with it since. He says that he feels like God was allowing Mom to try and contact him on Valentine's Day. Well, not contact like giving him a message, more like just reassuring him of her presence.
I'm not sure about jumping on board with that idea. If nothing else, I don't want to have to come home and sleep in a haunted house, even if we are dealing with the spirit of my deceased mother. My point is, my dad feels a little more consoled, so I'm glad. "Detected motion in the foyer." *Shudders* That gives me the heeby jeebies.
On an even more somber note, my brother, who lost his job again, is coming back home on Tuesday. It's frustrating. The man (and I use the term loosely) is 30 years old! Why can't he support himself. I hope he actually gets a job so he can start saving up some money, get out of the nest, and support himself indefinitely. If he goes back to what he did a couple of years ago, sleeping till noon and getting drunk and stoned every night, then I'm just going to call him out. He talked a mean talk in December about how he liked being poor so he could go to new places and soak up the culture from the very bottom. If several months from now, he's doing his mooch thing, I'll just have to ask him, "So when are you leaving? You don't have any money, so this is the perfect opportunity for you to go off somewhere and 'soak up the culture from the very bottom.'" At which point, he'll take a swing at me, and I'll unleash my inner beast and pay him back for all the times in my childhood he pinned me down on the floor and farted on my head. Incidentally, now you know why I turned out the way I did.
Maybe confronting him won't be necessary. Maybe he'll actually get a job and clean up his act. Then again, maybe Mom will start haunting him and scare him straight.
Now for the good and juicy news. I talked to the girl who I thought blew me off last week. I was debating whether or not to IM her the next time I saw her online. In the end, we both agreed to no head games. She's sick of them, and I don't know how to read signals. If she did have a change of heart about eventually getting together, I wanted to follow the "no head games" policy and actually hear/read it for myself. Apparently, she didn't blow me off, she's just bad about returning phone calls.
But the story doesn't in there. Upon examining her Facebook account, I came across a link to her MySpace account. I read her most recent entry, one bemoaning why good men are hard to find. One of her friends had left a note on that entry saying that she had actually found what she was looking for, and it was closer to her than she thought. When I learned that her friend is enamored with her, that information put me at odds with some of my convictions. This guy already has a connection to her. Furthermore, based on what little I was able to read about him, he sounds like me. He's the proverbial nice guy who isn't good with women and is sick of them always falling for jerks when he knows he'd treat them better. He also wants to either go work for the FBI or CIA.
I thought back to all the times the woman I knew and liked went for the jerk. I thought about all the times the woman I had feelings for was snatched up by someone else and how that made me feel. That feeling rots, and I don't like the idea of ever putting another guy through that.
Maybe I'm being too nice. Supposedly, all is fair in love and war. Furthermore, if I ever date anybody, chances are I'll be stepping on some guy's toes, unless I date someone who's such a vile human being that no one else likes her. I hope that doesn't happen.
Regardless, one of my inner voices just doesn't want to hurt another guy. The women are pretty good at doing that without my help.
Seriously, though, this guy is her already friend, and I feel that he would already be in a good position to give her what she ultimately wants. I’d feel absolutely awful if I stood in the way of that. I mentioned this guy to her last night and asked why she wasn’t dating him. She said she doesn’t think his feelings are real, which is a good reason not to get involved with him. Even if we meet and find out that we’re not a good pair, I think she’ll at least give me a chance. I’m happy about that. So I guess I’m back in the saddle for now.