Scary Is Exciting And Also Some Other Things

Oh, hello. I’m not sure what to write tonight because I got out of the habit of writing anything last week. During my week off between my last job and starting my new one – the first day was yesterday – and I did a whole lot of nothing, sort of purposefully I guess. I needed to do nothing pretty badly. I mean, I did a lot of errands and sent necessary emails and reported for jury duty one day, so I did do things, just nothing creatively productive.

I’m not very good at starting new things. (I’m not sure if anyone is?) It makes me anxious. Just like, in general. I’m not worried about anything in particular. I just hate not feeling totally comfortable. Like, I really miss just walking down the street and feeling like I know what situations I’m walking into. And right now, I’m very much in a transitional period in a few aspects of my life, which is exciting but also scary. (That last phrase makes me think of this song from Into the Woods. A very cool thing to think of, I know, but this was one of the many Broadway songs in my shower rotation during adolescence.)

I guess what I’m saying is that I’m scared of the unknown. That is exactly what I’m feeling right now. Facing a new job and changing relationships and even a new writing project that I’m working on is freaking me out. But what isn’t unknown? Anything can happen at any time. But ruminating on that just makes me think about how the only thing that is certain is death, which freaks me out even more.

So. Anyway. Just a quick, unnecessary update on my feelings. I am going to watch the first episode of Cranford now for literally the eight millionth time in hopes that the soothing voices of Dames Eileen Atkins and Judi Dench will lull me to sleep.


Okay, Cupid.

I joined OkCupid in 2010 in an attempt to claw my way out of a deep, dark, broken-hearted depression. That seems dramatic to write now but…it wasn’t the greatest time for me. Like, in the sense that it was actually one of the worst times. I’ve continued to have some sort of presence on OKCupid for most of the past three and a half years, even though I have only been on one date that turned out to be with a really stalkery weirdo and have answered maybe 20 messages total. I’ve been trying to think of reasons why I haven’t canceled my account, why I check my messages semi-regularly and why I occasionally cruise dudes’ profiles. I guess I’m still hopeful that at least one non-psycho who shares a few of my interests and isn’t unpleasant to look at is going to find me. Or, I dunno, I’ll find them. (Though I’ve learned that things tend not to work out when I’m the pursuer.) Or, maybe, I just like reading the weird, sometimes sweet-ish, sometimes insane messages I get. And then not answering them. Because I’m a horrible, narcissistic asshole.

Here are some messages I’ve received in the recent past that I didn’t answer. If you wrote any of these…well, best of luck in your search for love (or “activity partners” or whatever you said you’re looking for in your profile)! I’m sorry I never responded. It’s just not really my thing.



Too many Lol’s. Also, maybe sent by a foreign teen robot.



To be fair, my profile picture was of me working on my favorite jigsaw puzzle. (It’s of the six wives of Henry VIII and it’s DOPE.) But still. Your mother?




Aw. This one was kind of cute.




Do I, though?




This was from a friend in real life. I was humiliated and I think he was actually terrified that we were a 92% match.




This one was rather direct.




This one was rather indirect.








No, thank you.



Ehhhhh. Not really?




I feel bad even making fun of this.




Haha, WHAT?




This guy really gets me. My intent is vague. Like, internally even. I actually don’t know what my intent is. (Also, that question is loaded in that it presumes that I even bothered to read the statement, question and quotation that preceded it. Which I didn’t until just now. So I accept his apology?)




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