I’ve been busy. Updates soon-ish. Probably. In the mean time, here’s a little tune for your Friday –
I’m left speechless by the state of politics in this country. We’re really gonna have to choose between an animated hair blob and a lying harpy for President? Sigh.
It’s all been said by people much more eloquent than I, so I’m just gonna post a couple of songs today.
First up, here’s an anthem for female Trump supporters –
And here are just a few reasons I won’t be voting for Hillary come November –
Back to our regularly scheduled programming very soon. In the meantime, read these words of wisdom…
When you hear the word “psychopath”, you might think of Hannibal Lecter or Ted Bundy, but most psychopaths are actually non-violent and non-incarcerated members of society. In fact, there’s a good chance they’ll seem exceptionally altruistic and innocent to the average onlooker.
As described in the Psychopath Free book, psychopaths are first and foremost social predators. With no conscience, they’re able to use charm and manipulation to get what they want from others—whether it be families, friendships, relationships, cults, the workplace, or even politics. The bottom line is, they modify their personalities to become exactly the person they think you want them to be. And they’re good at it.
But when they no longer need anything from you, that’s when the crazy-making behavior begins. Here are some common phrases you’ll hear from a psychopath who’s trying to make you doubt your sanity:
1. “You over-analyze everything.”
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Here’s a little something by a new artist, Elle King, that I’m liking a lot:
I really like this new crop of sassy young women!
Juan has gone to Grandma’s to
be worked like a rented mule help with yard work for the week, and I feel like I’m on vacation. What a terrible thing to say. Here, take my Mom Card, ‘k?
This song perfectly sums up how I feel about his generation:
I mean, really! Get a fucking job already!
Okay, sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling at my offspring. He’s a Grown Man and can make his own decisions and right now (obviously) he’s still searching for his Dream Job and he won’t take it until he’s absolutely sure it will fulfill his soul.
Wait. He’s a good kid. I should be happy that he’s not dead or in jail or on drugs or eating kittens for breakfast, right?
Sigh. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, really I don’t. I’m not wishing any of those things on him.
Mom picked him up yesterday at noon. For the first time in 18 months I went home to an empty house. Er…trailer. The cat greeted me with a chirp and the three of us had a delightful evening alone. I forgot how peaceful my life can be. I forgot how oppressive it can be living in such a tiny space with a person who is not a lover – I mean, I don’t even take my bra off until bedtime because it creeps me out, and that, my friends, is a crime!
No idea where this post was going, so I’ll sign off and get back to work.