Jet To No Where

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Archive for the month “January, 2018”

Don’t Believe me Just Watch

Explaining #1


There is not one thing that I ever set out to do in my life that I have not accomplished. I may have started later than most, but I got it done. I have a list of shit I need to do before I die…and let’s face it, that may be any moment now by what my cardiologist has been telling me since August. Another time.

What bothers me is the lack of supportive people that are around when one accomplishes something that is great to them. Just because it isn’t what one person would have chosen, doesn’t mean it isn’t exactly what your friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, relative, etc… wanted to do and possibly needed to do. No one needs to view some else’s accomplishments as threats or an attempt to “one up” someone else. More importantly, do not tell someone that they are not any good at what they love to do. That is just a shitty attitude to have toward someone that one is supposed to care about.

Humans are jealous. Everyone wants what their neighbor has. Until they finally realize that their neighbor’s life is a shit show. Why can’t everyone just do what makes them happy and everyone else just nod and say, “Good on Ya!” You know why?

Because no matter what it is that you are doing that people disapprove of,  you finally have to say, “You know what? I’m too old to be listening to what other people think and hanging out with people I don’t like” (Big thanks to my grandfather for that line, RIP). Until that moment, when you REALLY get it, everyone is going to keep shitting on your dreams, aspirations, accomplishments, etc…..and old is relative to your state of mind. Those accomplishments may be insignificant to one, but may mean the whole world to you. Your decision to do what you love and be happy intimidates those who are drudging through life by the status quo. Just because you choose a different path doesn’t mean it’s not the right path….It’s just not the right path for other people.

If people are embarrassed by what you do, then they do not need to be around you. You’re not hurting anyone, right? Then their freak-out is not your problem…it’s theirs. Having the balls to actually do what you want to and not give a shit about what others may think, is complete bliss.

I used to say that I never cared what people thought and that was true for the most part, but was I really being honest with myself?

If I am happy, why does that bother people? I write about many things that most people, a lot of women mostly, would never admit. I am not lying, not hurting anyone, certainly not embarrassing myself, as nothing embarrasses me….so, why is it a problem for people? Why is speaking (well, writing) my mind so horrible. It’s honest and raw. I read so many blogs and I think, wow, finally someone is stating the truth. It doesn’t matter the subject. If everyone was as honest and open with themselves as they claim to be, then why would something that someone else wrote bother them?

Refer back to paragraph # 3. Jealousy and envy. Those are the worst of the seven deadly sins…..and I use the term “sin” loosely, as I don’t believe people as a whole are inherently bad or evil.

I’ve said it before, I lost myself for so very long. I was clouded, gloomy, and sunless. Now I feel as if I’m not just using 10% of my brain….. I’m using it all. I know how to accomplish what I have always wanted to do. I have been told that I never will….


Don’t believe, just watch…..





Quote of the Night

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“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Rob Siltanen

Quote of the Day


Quote of the Day

Behind every person, is a story

Behind every story, is a person.

So think before you judge because

Judging someone doesn’t label who they are,

It labels who you are….

Welcome to the Thunderdome

Soooooo… has really reduced the amount of actual interaction we have with each other. This is nothing knew. There are studies, etc…I would look for an example, but I’m on a roll.

So, enter the pool of online dating. No one wants to actually meet in real life. I don’t get it. One guy wouldn’t even call me. And he had my number from like week one. After talking for three weeks and, I’m not gonna lie, some sexting, etc…but also some serious stuff. I mean it was fun, exciting and very liberating. I’ve learned that I will ask for what I want and if happens to be just fucking sex, why do guys not follow through? I speak from two experiences here, so I’m no expert, but I think I’ve learned enough over my life time to smell bullshit when it comes down to pulling the trigger. Wow! That was a lot of metaphors.

I talk to everyone…and I mean everyone. I say hello to people at the gas station, have short conversations while getting coffee in Starbucks, tell the lady at the Publix deli that I love her hair (because she works around meat all day and I’m sure that doesn’t make her feel pretty). I am a very social person.

Ok, so maybe we’ve established the first one I had written was about a certain guy and I am still puzzled at that whole shit show. I really liked what I saw, talked about…everything. A possibility. I used to love to write, but I lost myself for a long time (that’s a whole nother’ story that I’m sure bits and pieces will come out)…..anyway. I felt exhilarated to write and that made exhilarated in other areas, if you know what I mean….okay, yeah we all know I’m mean…..constantly horny at all times thinking just about the sex. Like have to stop in a bathroom in a store to take care of things sex you just can’t stop thinking about.

I know there will people who think I’m a slut, tell me to stop writing about these experiences or just plain tell me to take this down, but in all honesty, fuck you.

You see I am going to be 48 years old in March and I finally just don’t give a fuck. I used to say that my whole life, but it wasn’t completely true. Not any longer.

I don’t really care what the number is, I don’t fell that way….It’s an old cliche’, but painstakingly true. I feel the most sexual than I have ever felt in my life.
I just want to fuck someone that I know for a decent amount of time. Maybe that’s a week, maybe longer. Bottom line: get laid. If it leads other places, so be it.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, a friend once said, “You wouldn’t buy a pair of shoes without trying them on, would you?” I mean, sex is a big part of meeting someone. You have to know if it’s there.

I don’t want a relationship. I have kids, and ex that sucks the literal life out of me (another time), my sister’s divorce….which you would never believe, but that’s not for me to tell (maybe in the book). I have nothing to give and I want very little in return. If the chemistry was on, then it’s just him and I for however long it lasts. But it never gets to that point because they never show up! The fantasy is better than the reality. 100%. Or maybe they don’t believe me or maybe they think I’m a whore. Wait…fuck you. I am single and sexual. I am in the process of divorcing my husband of almost 20 years. I have never cheated on him, despite an absolutely insane amount of accusations. I had opportunities, but I always kept myself in check. Even when it was the worst….still never did it. I never wanted a wedding and I didn’t. Courthouse. But to me it’s just a piece of paper. If I am committed, I’m committed, why would a piece of paper make any difference. I don’t need a piece of paper to feel secure. I mean, if it were important to my man, then I would consider it. But that’s a LONG ass ways away, if at all. But I digress (and I will many many times….).

Oh, and I think Valentine’s Day was created by corporations to make billions of dollars every year on stupid shit, so I don’t want anything. Bring me wild flowers picked from a field every other day. Yea. yea…..everyone says that but they don’t mean it. Ummm, no. I fucking mean it. I used to be a label whore and want all this shit, but now I have a 2005 VW Bettle that looks like shit. I have it covered in stickers, the top is ratted out, the interior panels came off and the radio is broken, so I ride around with a blue-tooth speaker so I can have my music. But…….It is mechanically sound, gets close to 300 miles to a tank that cost $35.00, and it’s so much fun with the top down. #1 reason I love it…..It’s fucking paid for. No car payments. It gets me from point A to point B and I love it. I want to spend my money on experiences, not cars. Would I like a brand new car, sure, who wouldn’t, but only if it were free. I don’t need one.
I am extremely low maintenance. I don’t know why people don’t believe me.

But I digress, yet again (I told you).

Why do men not follow through? Maybe it’s because they think I won’t look like picture? I fucking love those pictures because they do make me look awesome, but I have been told by more than a few men that I was gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, etc….Or maybe those guys didn’t really mean it and just want to get laid. I don’t know. But you know what gets me? Music. I can’t help myself when it comes to any guy that loves music as much as I do. So there’s the literal “hook”. Any type of music. The first one played bass and sent me all kinds of really deep, political music from YouTube. I would have never found this particular band on my own, but it was so meaningful filled with a mixture of anger, regret, possible redemption, but mostly hopelessness. The lyrics are hypnotic and I lost myself relating to what they were REALLY singing about. It was haunting. That is so sexy. Ok, ok, here’s a link:

Am I right? Or was I just giving into the fantasy as well? Anyway, its the band I am currently listening to and will continue to.

Maybe they do not feel they can live up to the expectation? Well, again, they will never know because they never even tried. If it doesn’t live up to it. I’m not going to be insulted. If I’m not your type, then I can’t do anything about that. Not anyone’s fault, just happens. Same goes for me, but just fucking follow through already.

It’s frustrating & exhausting being in the thunder-dome of online dating. My life is a literal shit show right now, so I have not much to give and I say that up front. I guess I will never get it. Men say all the time that they will never figure women out.

Yea, well, women have that same issue. So, if a guy is truly interested, just say these words:

“I would love to talk to you, see if we can get together sometime, see if we click and see what happens.” Not too over the top. not too vague….just perfect.

But you guys have to be willing to actually MEET in person, or at least talk on the phone.

Oh….I’m done, for now….I have shit to do.
Like I said, I have a life that requires all of my attention.
I’ll check for typos later……

Until we again….


Ghosting #1

Ummm….I need a judge’s clarification here. I just read an article about a new term for singles. Ghosting… Apparently, it means when you are texting on a dating site, talking on the phone or actually meeting up and one of the parties in question just up and disappears….no note, note nice banging ya, no fuck you. Just Bye Felicia. Dictionary version: “the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication.” Most happen right after a night of mind-numbing, no strings attached sex. Wow. No strings attached. One would think that would be a great set up.

Why disappear when you could have THAT scenario.

Leave it to the millennials to make up a name for this practice. Back in the day it was called just being a fucking dick. Well, it was mostly done by just guys back then because girls…. yes girls get attached very quickly. A real woman comfortable with herself and her sexuality would not give a flying fuck about attachments if that is what she really wanted. You see, I’ve come to learn a few things in my close to 48 years on this earth.

  1. Never underestimate the power of idiots. As more than I would like to have seen  meme’s have said, “They’ll beat you down to their level with experience.”
  2. Give a person a rope and they wanna be a cowboy….Or they will hang themselves.
  3. And most recently someone answered a question for me….”Give someone a little, see what they do with it. Most will let you down.”

Wow. Small list, but big in all of the most significant ways. It kind of kin to “Everything I Ever Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.”

So, why are people doing this shit? It’s men and women and I just do not understand. Let’s break this down for the average person ages 25-55, or so.

You met someone….via dating app, texting, phone calls, Face Time…whatever and you both want the same thing….no serious relationship, no strings attached, just sex. The kind of sex we all saw in 9 1/2 Weeks. Some conversation, racy pictures maybe, even phone sex, but basically just awesome, crazy, can’t keep your hands off each other dirty ass sex….and WTF? Why would anyone not want that?!? Neither person cares much about what else the other is doing on non-hook-up days (or nights). Maybe they talk every couple of days about minor stuff. Maybe they talk everyday and some of it is semi-serious. Not serious enough that anyone would think it was going anywhere but to a fucking bed…or parking lot…or hotel…or park…or beach…Oh wait, I should stop there. I getting some visuals here….

Just be on the same fucking page. Say what you mean, mean what you say. Do not be THAT person. What’s that stupid cliche?…Oh, yes, don’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. Ride that bitch.

Because when you look back at what you had or may have had….it’s to damn late. You gave up something most people would kill for. Dumbass.


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