when i grow up i want to be a sociopath: (except for the murder thing)
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love me or hate me
I am the kind of person that you either love or hate. There is no in-between. I am like liver and onions, I hate it, but my dad used to love it. One time, when I was a little socio, my parents made me eat a piece of liver. I couldn’t leave the table until…
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i yam who i yam
Let’s start with a spoiler alert, this is not about those “starchy edible tubers” that are kind of like a sweet potato, but not really. I will be talking about food, but again not the focus. Today is more about me just being me in an unapologetic socio kind of way. And of course, encouraging…
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my personal oubliette
There are many days in my socio life that I want to be alone. Sometimes it’s all day, sometimes it’s for a few hours or even for a few minutes just to get away from all the noise in the world. I need to be alone in my own thoughts. I think it’s a trait…
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a tale of two cold sores
Recently I took my daughter to Wendy’s. They had a new frosty, triple berry, something that she had to have. Who doesn’t love a frosty? So, we got the Frosties, (chocolate for me, berry for her. ) I asked her if I could taste hers. I was surprised by her answer. Wait for it, hard…
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the don’t touch me olympics
As a self-proclaimed socio, I don’t need or want a lot of contact. I get to decide who can touch me. Handshakes, hugs, massages are not my thing. When I do meet people, I don’t like to be touched. Covid was tough in so many ways but there were a few things about Covid that…
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tummy full of cheese
In my socio mind, I don’t have a lot of happy places. I really don’t have a lot of happy in general. I am ok with that, really I am. Sometimes a person’s “happy place” is not being happy at all. Ironic but kind of funny. Sometimes your happy place is a generic place, like…
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mind serial killer
Today I want to talk about serial killers in a fun, upbeat sort of way! Maybe you are thinking, what??? Maybe you are thinking, I’m in and ready for the ride! Either way I am going there. Sometimes I am mad, in a serial killer kind of way. Have you ever mentally killed someone? I…
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put a fork in my ear
How do you make someone stop talking? My socio soul has little voice that sometimes screams inside my head, “shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” But the outside world cannot hear it. I wish I had the ability to not hear the person talking. I can sing la la la inside my head, but the…
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happy to be alone but sad
I was thinking this week about happiness and sadness. Emotions that are opposite on the feelings scale, can you be both at the same time? My socio soul is always happy to be alone. As an introverted socio, I recharge by spending time alone doing what I like to do, reading, thinking, listening to music,…
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evil don’t die quick
Although most people are familiar with the phrase, “only the good die young”, I want to talk about the flipside, more socio version of that phrase, “evil don’t die quick”. The phrase came to me a few years ago, from one of my kids. We had a situation, funny, no not really funny, but it…
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hell no
Being a self-proclaimed socio, most of my daily life is dark already. I usually wake up salty because I have to get out of my nice warm, soft bed. I have to tend to pets, let out dogs, feed cats and forage for food for all. Some days I wake up and just think HELL…
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i know i’m broken, don’t try to fix me
We all have our things, our story, our childhood trauma, that situation that makes us damaged humans. If you want, you can deny it but deep down there is something that makes you who are you and it might not be good. You don’t want to talk about it, not really. But if you do…
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bad news zoom call
I want to talk about bad news. Well, I don’t really want to talk about bad news, that’s the point. Bad things happen, good things happen, nothing happens. In any situation I am perfectly fine with my socio self, not sharing anything, good or bad with the rest of the world. It’s kind of my…
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big feelings and a secret back door
As a lifelong socio, I don’t like big feelings. I prefer to keep my feelings, big, small or otherwise, to myself. I am not a “wear my heart on my sleeve” kind of person. So, when I have a big feeling, I feel awkward and exposed. The only thing worse than having a big feeling…
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crawl back under that rock
Why is it that when something bad happens all the creepy crawlies come out to make the bad even badder? (Yes, I recognize that is not a real word, but it fits my socio mind!) You haven’t heard a word from them in days, months, years and yet they slither out of the dark hole…
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