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la_belle_laideLast night I had an effed up dream about the Pele Kilauea tapestry I have on my wall. It started with me sitting at my computer, turning to the tapestry and seeing that the eyes were glowing. (This tapestry has the most unsettling ubiquitous gaze I've ever seen. Or at least, ever seen in my house. ;D ) I got freaked out and though maybe I should leave, but then decided instead to get my camera. I took a few pictures of the tapestry with glowing eyes, and then the lights flickered and I knew that Pele was around. I asked her (she was still in the tapestry, which was now moving,) if that thing I posted about yesterday was going to happen for me. She was shaking her head "no," but I somehow understood that she meant "yes" and I got really excited and happy. Then letters flashed across the tapestry: "BRB", and Pele disappeared. The tapestry folded itself up. I thought, Well, all right, I'll wait for her to come back. A few minutes later the tapestry unfolded itself and Pele was back, this time the whole body, notjust her face, and she was wearing a workout suit like she'd just come back from the gym. In the dream it was really intense. Now it's just plain funny.
In not-funny news today, one of my good friends at work, who just broke up with her boyfriend, is now getting death threats from him. Out of all the girls I know (and I know a lot of them,) I could say that probably around 75% of them have been through the same thing with ex husbands and ex boyfriends. One of them actually has the ex boyfriend literally trying to kill her. (She can't prove it and doesn't have the money to hire someone to prove it. He is a mechanic and did something to her car to make her lose control of it and crash. Which she did. We all know it was him because a few weeks before, she caught him in her yard at 2 AM letting the air out of her tires.)
This whole thing makes me want to vomit like I did on Sunday. Who the hell do these animals think they are, that they believe they own their wimmins and can go around threatening them when she decides she's had enough? THey know it's not going to make her come back to them, so it's just another way to control them, only this time with fear. And of course they're afraid. This girl, she's a teeny thing, alone except for her son (who's not his--and the Dad's a deadbeat who won't help out of pay child support.) And this ex boyfriend is like 6'5". Well obviously how big they are doesn't matter, because if someone wants to hurt you enough they're going to find a way to do it. But I have to tell you, I would welcome any man to try to pull that crap with me, because I'd kick that SOB back into his mom and then tell her to get an abortion. The right thing to do would be to call the cops and file a complaint and get protection, and that is the right thing to do. But I wonder sometimes if I wouldn't just go and confront him and, hell, kick his goddamn teeth in just out of righteous anger. How dare anyone try to control another person with fear like that? It makes me think of how scared I was in high school and how miserable that was, being afraid to walk down the street even in broad daylight. I promised myself I'd never go back to being that afraid, and now when I see other people being treated like that it burns me to a crisp. A weird and admittedly immature and vengeful part of me wants this guy to show up at work looking for her one day when I'm there, because, all bravado (bravada?) aside, I'll rip the peaches off the tree, true story.
It also makes me realize more and more that I never want to go down this road. If this is what happens in messy breakups, I'll stay single. (Fortunately any of my breakups have been of the, "Well ... see ya!" sort.)
So, yeah. I think I had some other stuff to say, but I got pissed off and I forgot it. Ah well.
In not-funny news today, one of my good friends at work, who just broke up with her boyfriend, is now getting death threats from him. Out of all the girls I know (and I know a lot of them,) I could say that probably around 75% of them have been through the same thing with ex husbands and ex boyfriends. One of them actually has the ex boyfriend literally trying to kill her. (She can't prove it and doesn't have the money to hire someone to prove it. He is a mechanic and did something to her car to make her lose control of it and crash. Which she did. We all know it was him because a few weeks before, she caught him in her yard at 2 AM letting the air out of her tires.)
This whole thing makes me want to vomit like I did on Sunday. Who the hell do these animals think they are, that they believe they own their wimmins and can go around threatening them when she decides she's had enough? THey know it's not going to make her come back to them, so it's just another way to control them, only this time with fear. And of course they're afraid. This girl, she's a teeny thing, alone except for her son (who's not his--and the Dad's a deadbeat who won't help out of pay child support.) And this ex boyfriend is like 6'5". Well obviously how big they are doesn't matter, because if someone wants to hurt you enough they're going to find a way to do it. But I have to tell you, I would welcome any man to try to pull that crap with me, because I'd kick that SOB back into his mom and then tell her to get an abortion. The right thing to do would be to call the cops and file a complaint and get protection, and that is the right thing to do. But I wonder sometimes if I wouldn't just go and confront him and, hell, kick his goddamn teeth in just out of righteous anger. How dare anyone try to control another person with fear like that? It makes me think of how scared I was in high school and how miserable that was, being afraid to walk down the street even in broad daylight. I promised myself I'd never go back to being that afraid, and now when I see other people being treated like that it burns me to a crisp. A weird and admittedly immature and vengeful part of me wants this guy to show up at work looking for her one day when I'm there, because, all bravado (bravada?) aside, I'll rip the peaches off the tree, true story.
It also makes me realize more and more that I never want to go down this road. If this is what happens in messy breakups, I'll stay single. (Fortunately any of my breakups have been of the, "Well ... see ya!" sort.)
So, yeah. I think I had some other stuff to say, but I got pissed off and I forgot it. Ah well.
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Date: 2007-02-09 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-10 02:49 am (UTC)God, I'm so glad I will never go down this road.