Huh?

What the fuck are you doing here?

What the fuck am I doing here?

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Something!!

Anyways, I was just waking up from a nap, because that's what I do now, take a shitload of naps, and thought to check out my old blogspot, and was sort of enjoying some of the shit I was saying. So, I thought, I should write....something.

Like, don't ask me what I'm going to talk about. As of right now, I have no idea. 

Spotify, maybe?

Recently, Spotify generated my 2018 Year in review playlist of all my Top 2018 Songs. And, the reception from Twitter a few friendly twitter followers was...critical. 

A few things:

Number one:

I kid...but also...

Second, I realized that I probably use Spotify different than most. I figure that for people who use Spotify, it's their primary music player. They can listen to it in their car, at home, on the go, at work, etc. So, their playlist will be filled with their favorite songs, from today's top 30 lists, or whatever.

Me, I still have an iPod. I maintain an iTunes library. That's still my primary mode of music. So, what do I use Spotify for: almost exclusively to find new music. That I can then download, place in my iTunes Library, and put on my iPod. So, yeah, if my top 2018 songs list stuff you've never heard of, that's precisely the point!

Or, maybe I'm just salty because every always shits on my preferences. 

It's probably that.

Anyways...see you in 2020...

More stuff

What? Me...?

Don't Mind Me...again....

"Don't mind the post...

...just needed this photo to have a weblink."

He says, talking to absolutely no one.

Today...was a "I suck at life" day.

So, you don't have to read my entire blog to know that I fucking suck at getting women.

OK, maybe I don't mention it. But I'm mentioning it now, so now you fucking know.

Sorry, just a little testee.

Not "that" small, Condi.

It all started at Bolocolocolocolocolocoloco (or 'Boloco", for the less illiterate). I was getting out of my car and saw this really cute cutie (yep, that cute). Now, I see cuties, beauties and pretty women all the time, but I'm never in a position to just walk up and say "hi" without making it really awkward. And I don't do awkward. So, I usually just go on with my day.

Well, without getting into the complete details, we shared a laugh as we were walking into the store. Furthermore, because of the timing, we were next to each other in line. Do you really see what's about to (or NOT about to) happen? Do you really not know me that much?

It was a particularly long line as well, so what did I do? (or didn't do...really, still no idea what's about to happen...or NOT happen?)

I didn't speak. I didn't say anything. We chared one or two glances in line and as we were waiting to get our food. But I didn't say a god damn word. But that's not the worse. (Yes, it gets worse).

It wasn't so much that I couldn't say something, I made a conscientious decision NOT to talk to her. Like, I had openings to say something. Ask her if she went to Boloco often? Tell her how much I love Boloco (I do). Ask her if she had favorites? Fuck, anything. It was all there. BTW, did I mention how cute she was?!?! And I thought up every single reason why she would reject me, why we wouldn't work, why she was probably already in a relation. Oh yeah, did I mention I knew absolutely nothing about her?!?! At no point did I think "maybe you'll be really funny. Maybe you'll have something in common. Maybe, not only would something bad not happen, something good might happen." Nope, never entered my brain. But, now, I can't stop thinking about the opportunity I completely missed.

Scumbag Brain

I mean, I'm not saying we would live happily ever after. In all honesty, I think the best that would have happen was a nice 5 minute conversation, then we would part ways. The worse, I say something, she gives me a quick answer and ignores me. But, just because I didn't try, I have no idea what could have happen. Yeah, that whole "Failing is better than not trying" thing is legit. But that's not what I'm afraid of.

I'm terrified that if this situation occurs again, I would make the same mistake again. That scares me. Because, what does that say about me? I feel like shit for not trying, then when I can try again, I still don't have the guts to make a move?

I'm about to go to sleep and I just don't know what to do with myself. If I actually thought therapy would help, I would try. But, really, fuck that.

I'm just going to go to sleep and hope that I suck a little less at life tomorrow.

BTW, I'm still in love with a married woman. Ah, another post, another day.

~ Derek.

So, there's nothing going on with my life...

...I'm only completely in love with a married woman.

Now, before you think, "What is she, like 35, 40?"

Actually, she's in her mid 20's.

I was in love with her before she was married, so it wasn't like I only knew the married her.

And before you think, "why didn't you make a move."

Oh, contraire. I actually did ask her out. Yeah, I know, surprising.

Alas, when I did, she was dating someone.

I see her everyday, so, we still talked. Yeah, she works in my building.

She did break up with that person, so I was going to go back in, make another move. I've NEVER done that before.

OK, once, with whatsherface, but that's different. Also, you probably don't know who whatsherface is. Well, I refuse to talk about her on this blog. Visit my old Xanga blog to read all that shit about the HomeTown Honey (www.xanga.com/dr_omels).

But, I was starting to get the feeling that she was nice to everyone (since, that's kinda in her job duties). But, even still, I believed we shared something.

But, I was conflicted, so I was quiet. Yes, that's the real me. Staying quiet while life passes me by. Moving on.

A month later, she was dating someone else. 6, 8, 10 months later, she was engaged. 2 months later, she was married.

Or something like that, I'm not exactly sure of the timeline.

Either way, we still talk. We still have a little jokes, are little comments, our little ol' connection, that really never went away.

Sometimes, we share a brief moment, where she flashes me a little smile, that she sometimes, tries to hide, and I think "Wow, I could see that smile for the rest of my life and live happy".

Yes, lusting after taken women or women that have refused me is sorta the essences of my core. <---I have no idea what "the essences of my core" really means, but you know what I am saying.

I have no idea what I am going to do (yes I do), but I know what I should do (but I won't) and come to grips with the fact that we will never happen (I won't).

Yeah, I am a real piece of work. Why am I even on this planet?

~ Derek