{"id":4125,"date":"2013-12-12T11:53:47","date_gmt":"2013-12-12T18:53:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/?p=4125"},"modified":"2021-08-26T18:39:16","modified_gmt":"2021-08-27T01:39:16","slug":"ok-im-a-little-pissed-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bone-in-the-throat.com\/Blog\/2013\/12\/12\/ok-im-a-little-pissed-off\/","title":{"rendered":"OK I’m a little pissed off."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Been sitting on this one for a while may as well let ‘er rip!<\/p>\n

I don’t get out much. I have few friends, & I generally am exactly<\/strong> where I’m supposed to be when<\/strong> I’m supposed to be there.<\/p>\n

Recently, a couple of incidents have occurred where I wasn’t at the beck & call of my other half, and all hell broke loose!<\/p>\n

The first was when I was helping out with stocking and organizing at a retail establishment owned by a friend. The second was a week or two ago.<\/p>\n

The first incident, I was in a seriously crappy cell service area. You’d have thought I was an Alzheimer’s patient or a Megan alert had been issued.<\/p>\n

I’m still hearing about it from acquaintances that got called REPEATEDLY because OOOHHHHHHH I was gone for 4 hours. <\/p>\n

The second incident…<\/p>\n

I’m at the freakin neighbors! All my vehicles are at home. Obviously I’m on foot and probably hadn’t gone far. In the end the other half found me with ease!<\/p>\n

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I had dinner & drinks and adult conversation with the neighbors.  <\/p>\n

We were chatting, laughing, and having one of those rambling discussions that is a whole lot of fun. YES! We talked about sex… and POLITICS!<\/p>\n

My other half called at freaking midnight. I didn’t hear the phone.<\/p>\n

The Neighbors & I were listening to music and having an impassioned political discussion. There’s a knock at the door, My other half has stomped over to give me the stink eye and basically harsh EVERYONES buzz. <\/p>\n

I honestly don’t know what the fuck I did wrong. <\/p>\n

OOoOOppps I didn’t hear the phone ring OMG! It’s a crime!<\/p>\n

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Unlike the other half, and many other rude people I know, I don’t typically answer the phone to talk to a person on the phone, when I’m having a conversation with another person in real life.<\/p>\n

I’d decided that I was going to be calm and just have a conversation about what was driving this; to y mind insane behavior.<\/p>\n

When we had that conversation the other half fell on their own sword. It wasn’t like I could beat the subject any further but I do wonder whats driving this bit of crazy.<\/p>\n

As I said, i don’t go anywhere, I have few friends. The friends I do have are busy with their own lives and social events so it’s not like I’m cheating or anything.<\/p>\n

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And even if I was, who cares? For the 25 years we’ve been together, there has never been any prohibition against having a little fun outside the relationship as long as the rules were obeyed.<\/p>\n

From day one I’ve been very honest about the fact that I absolutely refuse to be contained, chained, or controlled.<\/p>\n

The bullshit line “I was worried” ain’t holding water. <\/p>\n

I’m a fucking adult male.<\/p>\n

I’m an apex predator, and you know what? When I was driving 92 fucking miles one way to work I never got this “I was worried bullshit”. Nope never!<\/p>\n

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Apparently, sitting in traffic 6 hours a day is ok. You know where I could have been in an accident, or shot, after all I was driving through Compton<\/em>, none of that raised a fucking eyebrow.<\/p>\n

But now if I’m not sitting in this fucking house 24\/7 it’s cause for panic and honestly what I think of as the height of rude behavior.<\/p>\n

This shit has got to stop.<\/p>\n

I can’t even imagine what things are going to be like if I’m traveling for work or a book signing or whatever.<\/p>\n

I have no doubt it will be interesting. <\/p>\n

The question is, will it be so interesting that I decide I’ve had quite enough?<\/p>\n

Time will tell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Been sitting on this one for a while may as well let ‘er rip! I don’t get out much. I have few friends, & I generally am exactly where I’m supposed to be when I’m supposed to be there. Recently, a couple of incidents have occurred where I wasn’t at the beck & call of … <\/p>\n

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