That One Stung A Little


Edvard Munch

It was a funny, but not so funny moment.

This guy that I talk to on the train platform a few times a week asked me out on a date.

This is what he said to me: he likes talking to me, he enjoys seeing me and sometimes it feels like that even if his day was full of negative people he can count on me to cheer him up.

Then he said, he hoped he wasn’t putting me on the spot and that he  had been going back and forth on asking me out and today it just popped out.

Before I could answer he says, ” it’s funny but I always enjoy talking to you but all of the sudden I thought I should ask you out. You kind of crept up on me.”

I let that sink in for a  moment. He just said I crept up on him- which makes me a creep I guess.

I know that dude, I thought. I’m a creep and it’s not the first time I’ve been called a creep and it won’t be the last time. Also, its no fun to know you’re being asked out when  it sounds like the person doing the asking doesn’t  really care if I say yes or no.

So I smiled like I always do and I said I was involved with someone  but thank you for the invitation.

Then the train showed up and I crept up the stairs one by one the way us creeps do.

Wow. That’s Harsh.


The thought of spending the day with me

actually made someone sick

and by that I mean

they had to go to the Doctor


I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry or care at all.

It’s just a curious footnote in my journal, a notebook covered with cookie crumb stains

that nobody will ever read.

My cat likes to sleep on it, sometimes.

I Saw It Coming

Feather in Her Cap, 1987, by Andrew Wyeth

When I told my friend that he had died

she went on my Facebook wall and left a crying face emoji

under his funeral information.

Years later I wrote about how I reacted.

What happened was I quit Facebook for a

few months and I opined that I should have stayed off given where we find ourselves

with Facebook now

and she said

that was the problem with Facebook, it was impersonal and that people mistook it for

real human interaction.

You read that right- THE SAME PERSON.

I don’t know what Facebook has actually done to human relationships, but if this was

the 1950’s or Rod Serling was still with us there would be a mind bending sci-fi movie

about Facebook and there would be lines at the theater wrapping around- oh well,

you know a lot of people would be in their fleece pajama’s streaming it on Netflix or


I’ll go ahead and say it, but I think for once and maybe this one time only-

I am 100% right.


You said WHAT????



Over the weekend I reposted this on my FB wall  and answered the question


My answer:

The Beatles.

I don’t like them for a wide range of reasons, but doesn’t it matter?

No it does not.

However, one of my ‘friends’ took me to the woodshed and a few more sent me messages pointing out that if I had ever been a REAL musician I would – and I paraphrase here- get on my knees and beg every f*&^ Beatles fan  in on the entire planet- both living and dead for daring to put out such a hateful post about the four most important men in the history of music on social media because of the 300 or so people on my Facebook page and the five or six people who  ACTUALLY show up on it consistently, you can see how one of my posts could totally make the Beatles look bad.

Oh GOD what have I done?

Photo by Anna Shvets on

You know, I’m pretty sure we weren’t talking about the Beatles..

I think that I- dependable, slow and not known for being the sharpest tool in the shed Anita spoke out of turn and how could I do that? Isn’t it my role in my relationships to be the patient one, the indulgent one, the one who LISTENS?

Yeah. If that is the way you set yourself up it’s the way you’re going to get treated. So I really shouldn’t be surprised that a few people in my life were personally offended that I voiced an opinion- any opinion at all.

But I also know that it’s never too late to take control of  your life.

So this is me taking control.

Screw you, screw the Beatles and the next time you want obedience from a ‘friend’ you might want to go play fetch with your dog. Most of the time they’ll respond exactly the way you want them to when you throw a stick or a ball.

But  FYI

Sometimes they don’t.