Day One: Uber Bitch Status Achieved.

Let me start out with a warning that this is officially day one of my quitting smoking adventure.  So far I am off to a rocky start here.  It's only 10:30 AM and I have reached "uber-bitch" status.  Honestly, I don't even know if I'll be able to stand myself today.

I am also addicted to Facebook.  Which normally isn't a problem.  I love seeing what my friends have to say on a somewhat regular basis.   Until recently. 

Annoyance # 1.  I don't know if it's because I'm getting a little sensitive of my age, or that I found an ass load of gray hairs recently, or I've realized that I'm on the down slide to 40, but when I logged in and saw the following status from a friend, I thought I was going to lose my freaking mind.


"I have to admit, its a little disheartening to wake up and realize "crazy cat lady and/or old maid" are starting to look more and more attainable..... *sigh* :("

Now the first reason that I became annoyed is because I am seeing girls 10 years my junior posting crap like this on a regular basis.  You are worried at 20 something that you're going to be an old maid?

Second reason.  What is wrong with being single?  My friend is a secure, intelligent woman.  Not to mention that she is in the military and is off to spend a year in Afghanistan!  Why is this still a society that women feel they are nothing without a man?  

I mean,  would I like to meet a man and settle down?    Absolutely.  But I don't let it define who I am or my happiness, or my place in this world.    


Annoyance # 2-  I get an message from an old friend of mine on Facebook the other day.  Now, when we first reconnected, I reached out  with the "so great to see you! How's your life, catch me up" routine.  if I remember correctly, I didn't really get a response.  Until today.  


I get an email "Hi Nora, How have you been?  I would love to buy you a cup of coffee and tell you about my business".


So when I emailed him back with a chatty little message asking how he's been and how his new son is, I got the following " He's good.  When would you like to hear about my business?"


At this point I realized that he really doesn't give a shit about me, or what's going on in my life, and has no desire to catch up.    Really?  After 20 years, this is all you have to say?  

Fuck you. "UNFRIEND"!  Try again in another 20 years when you can pretend to be polite.


That's all I have for now.  I'm sure as the nicotine withdrawals get worse there will be more.  Please stand by.