Frustrated seems to be my newest life sensation. I'm frustrated by the length of the trial in which I'm a juror—14 weeks and counting—will it never end? I'm frustrated with being alone but at the same time, I know I'm not ready to enter into another long term relationship. I'm frustrated with the flakes I keep running into while using on-line dating sites (or call them what they really are—hook up sites). Latest case in point: I arranged for a massage last night and the guy never showed up. And not "just didn't show up" but never called to give a reason. Safe to say he'll not get another chance. I'm still frustrated by my pool game as it continues to pretend it's a roller coaster instead of a pool game. I'm frustrated that I have to fix my own dinner all the time. It can be fun at times, but mostly I'm just tired of having to do everything in the kitchen by myself all the time. I'm frustrated because I just don't know where my life is going. Therapy taught me that I'll never get over the loss, but it didn't prepare me for the frustration for the length of time it would take to get used to the loss. Until this damn trial ends, I'm incapable of having a "normal" life as it creeps into all parts of my existence.
Okay, I guess that's enough bitching for the moment.
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