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fucking dimwit boyfriend At around three this morning, I did something different at work. I went outside. Usually for my lunch I just find a quiet spot somewhere in the building to sit, close my eyes and forget about the world. Obviously the cafeteria even at night does not meet those needs and I tend to end up somewhere else. This time sitting outside in the semi darkness I was more in the world that I have been in days. The company is located inside a typical business park with trees separating the various companies from one another. Each has their own little kingdom so to speak. That division is even more pronounced in the early morning hours when the parking lot is almost empty and the sky is filled with light pollution bouncing off the bottom of clouds. No one was around and I could just sit and think about the world and anything else that came to mind. It felt good. Most of the week at work had been spent arguing with my boss, which caused more stress than I wanted. All of that was gone as I sat there listening to the low hum of the interstate behind the trees. Over a decade ago when I had my very first third shift summer job, everyone sat outside to eat, smoke and relax. It was perfectly normal and fun at the same time. The fact that everyone else was asleep didn't matter to us. ... My buddy Nicole wasn't feeling well this morning and went home early. Thankfully I got to chat with her for a few minutes before she left. I hadn't seen her in days and as silly as it sounds I had missed her. ... Before I went to work tonight I walked over to the local video store to see what movies I could find that would appeal to me. Twenty minutes or so later, I returned home with three very different viewing choices. I wanted variety and I think that I succeeded in meeting that goal. The choices for the evening were Bridget Jones's Diary, Charlotte Gray and The Golden Bowl. That gave me a comedy, a drama and a period piece, which seemed like a good mix. Yes, I am very far behind in pop culture, but when Diary first came out I was little put off by all of the hype behind both the book and the movie. There were all those stories about Renee gaining the weight for the role, perfecting her British accent and so on. I needed some distance from all of that noise and it was worth the wait, because even though I'm not a woman or British, I still liked Bridget Jones. Naturally Renee Zellweger was a big reason for why I thought that the movie was funny, but I can also see the universal appeal of the story for women everywhere. Now speaking as a man I have no problems being single and thirty two. Nor do I see myself being eaten by dogs when I die as Bridget feared. Of course I can't really see myself ever getting married either. The whole concept still has too many flaws for me to stomach. I also doubt that there is a woman out there who could tolerate me and or vice versa for the rest of our lives. I suppose that that comes across as being overly negative, but I don't mean it to be that way. To me I just think that I am being honest. Maybe someone will change my mind in the future, but that has yet to happen.
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