Hello! First off, I would like to apologize for my technological inefficiency and probable incorrect posting formats, unintentional rabbit hole descents, digital ‘faux pas,’ causing a “glitch” in the matrix, &c. I would like to ask the community for their patience with me in case (for example) I post an incomplete thought/sentence, I don’t respond/comment, or something else of this nature. It is not something that I do on purpose, but I am probably being “punished.”
Okay, that’s a pretty heavy introduction, and it requires context; a little backstory wouldn’t hurt...I will do my best to make this clear and concise , and moderately entertaining. I will only share my truth, from what I have seen/felt/experienced first hand. There is no need for embellishment or exaggeration, as I’ve found, things can just be unbelievable. I mean, that’s why we have that word in our vocabulary, am I right? (Sigh)
I live in an old house owned by my ex-boyfriends aunt in San Francisco. His mom lives upstairs, I occupy the main (2nd) floor, in the front living room, the ex resides in the back bed room, and the first floor consists of the garage, and another “unit” (studio apartment) which she rents out separately. The ex is a computer savant, and (unbeknownst to me) reads all of my texts, emails, history, journals, creeps on my contacts, knows when I’m expecting an order from Amazon, my work schedule...you get the idea. I use my phone to take pictures, listen to music, and text, I go to work, spend the little time I have off playing with my dragons, and commercial-free-full-season-binge-watching whichever show I like. Judge Judy, Arrested Development... March 2020, I was a bartender and a tour guide here in the city, living the dream! Paycheck to paycheck, when the Corona raised it’s hideous head and unleashed it’s wrath on humanity!
The first week really sucked, because no one really knew WTF, and my days were spent “on-call.” Ready and available to work my schedule, provided that we were even “open.” At the end of the week, everything was still “sketch,” no one knew anything, we could be open any day...up until this point, I had never been on a vacation, or had “time off” (excluding illness, or funerals) since high school (sophomore 10th)! I flew to visit my best friend in Southern California, Mojave Desert/Victorville, and to get out of the city and away from the ex. I had been experiencing irrational thinking, intense ringing in my ears, anxiety, cognitive dissonance, and needed a break.
I’m going to post this now, and come back to continue it. Hopefully, I will still have access to the internet so I can use this keyboard. Hopefully, I can return and complete my introduction/explanation/question today. Thank you for reading this far. I don’t aim to confuse or bore, or get 86ed. Please help me out and offer any constructive criticism you can. I just want explain my back story as objectively as possible so that when I post things, the reader won’t believe me to have a preemptory stance/bias towards any given “trending” theme (such as ‘Tartaria’ ‘Mudflood’ ‘Ancient Aliens’) [although it cracks me up that the red-line indicating misspellings still lays under Tartaria and Mudflood]