[Super]man Down

Well now I’m all verklempt.

I haven’t spoken to THAT GUY since Saturday morning. Today is Wednesday.

This is weird.

It’s really MY doing that we haven’t spoken. When we chatted on Saturday, I got distinct impression that he wanted to be left alone. He didn’t SAY it, but I felt it. So I decided to give him some space- a few days to acclimate to his new situation and find a ‘new normal’, albeit a temporary one.

Things got a bit hectic around here as well. Nothing major, just a lot of random hullabaloo. Incidentally, I can’t believe my autocorrect recognizes ‘hullabaloo’ as a legitimate word, but it won’t recognize ‘masturbating’.

But I digress…

So I haven’t spoken to THAT GUY and I’m not sure what to make of it. It’s probably up to me to reach out, but I just don’t want to bother him. I know what it feels like to want to be left alone.

“But”, you’ll say, “You can’t read his mind. You don’t know for sure that he wanted to be left alone. He’s probably sitting in his recliner with an afghan on his lap, watching Matlock and wondering why his favorite gal hasn’t called!”

Ok. You’re right. I DON’T know. And how on earth can I grasp his feelings through an exchange of text messages? Sure, I’m magical, but I’m not a wizard (yes, I am).

I should call him. I should text him. I’m worried about him and I love him and I miss him. I should text him and if he wants some privacy, he’ll text me back when he’s good and ready.

Ok. That’s solved.

Next on the agenda: Are my hormones out to get me?

Just kidding. I already know that they are.

Let’s talk about the holidays…

I hate them.

Ok, ‘hate’ is a strong word. I ‘loathe’ them. Is that better?

Growing up, I’d never really been a fan of any holiday following Labor Day. Halloween sucked because I never got the costume I wanted. Thanksgiving sucked because we celebrated it by cleaning the basement, and Christmas sucked because we got stuff like pajamas and socks. To be fair, my parents raised us in a Hindu household, so Christmas wasn’t really their fortè. New Years Eve is my dads birthday, and we were all in bed by 12:01.

Anyhoo…

Bottom line is that the holidays make want to kick a toddler. My blood pressure is off the charts beginning in October and continuing through New Years Eve. Now that I have kids, it’s a BIT better. It was fun to watch them open gifts on Christmas morning and seeing them dressed as cartoon characters and superheroes at Halloween. They enjoy Thanksgiving because they get to hang with their cousins…maybe I just need to view the holidays through THEIR eyes.

Or I could just continue being a Grinch.

I’ll let you know what I decide 😁.

Update:

I texted THAT GUY this afternoon. He’s still feeling shitty, he’s still down in the dumps, and he still seems like he wants to be left alone. I can’t ASK him if he’d prefer some space- I don’t think he’d be honest with me because he wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings. I’m not sure how to proceed here, Wise Readers.

It’s as though my Superman turned back into Clark Kent.

I just hope he holds on to the cape- with any luck, he’ll need it again someday 🤞🏽.