Sorry I Went Dark This Week A.K.A. the Challenges of Mental Illness

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Well, I had a 5-month run this time. One of the longest runs without a crisis I’ve had since I’ve been off my anti-depression meds, so I’ll take it as a win 🥂. 

Apparently, I wasn’t just cranky on Monday. It was the beginning stages of a minor mental health crisis which I realized by Wednesday. And when that happens, I tend to let things (like blogging) fall off my plate in an effort to manage my anxiety/depressive episode. Thank the goddess I don’t make my living off of blogging right now 😬. 

Ahh the challenges of depression/anxiety. Aside from the fact that it lies to you (and that dark voice was doing that a lot this week 😡), you also are never quite sure when the next episode might occur and how much energy you’ll need to manage it. So, self-care to the rescue. I forced myself to get out of the house a little by walking and riding bikes with my sweet little neighbors. I made sure to shower (although thankfully that was not really a big issue during my major depressive phase 😮‍💨). I also unpacked my books – WooHoo! But, sadly, it didn’t have the desired effect I was hoping for, yet (of course it could be that I realized I may need to cull some books from my collection 😒).

However, today the clouds have started to lift, and my mental equilibrium is almost balanced again, so I know I’ll be back in working order soon 😜. 

This is just the reality I live with 🤷🏼‍♀️.

So, I hope that the next run will be longer and the episode shorter (although 3 days isn’t too bad 💜). And I will continue to remain honest about my mental health with all of you because “if it helps just one person…”  (or helps you help one person) I will consider this blog a success 😊.

Love and warm hugs My Lovelies

Note: The Courtship not a recap will be up later today, so check back for my snarky take on the show😁.

I’m Cranky Today…

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… and I should probably have stayed away from the comment sections of a specific post.

Morning My Lovelies 😊! Anyone else here woken up this morning due to another earthquake? Anyone?

Yep, at about 1:30 am I was woken from my sleep by a sound that can only be described as a large boom followed by tremors. And then woken up two more times, thanks to the aftershocks, thus I’m a little (lot) cranky today 🥱.

So, when I finally dragged myself out of bed this morning after that lovely surprise, I turned to the internet to a) confirm my suspicions of an earthquake (confirmed) and b) find out its suspected location. Turns out it was near Elgin, SC which is very close to Camden, hence the feeling of a truck striking my house 😳. I then turned to social media for a more local take, specifically the Kershaw Co. Sheriff’s office which also confirmed that it was a 3.3 magnitude quake 😬, but no damage or injuries had been reported as of yet. And then I went to the comments section, big mistake, huge (movie reference – anyone? 😁). 

Let me give you a sampling of the comments: “This will definitely get upgraded” (meaning the magnitude), “It was at least a 4.5” “It felt stronger than that (meaning a 3.3). It shook the house, and I have a brick house.” (Did not know a brick house shook less than a non-brick house 🤔) “Should be upgraded!! Felt like it was under my house”, “I’ve been saying it since the first one, it’s Lugoff and Elgin telling us to quit building stuff, where (I think it’s supposed to be we’re) full.” (rrriiigggghhhttt…).

Thankfully, the rest were just location shoutouts as to where it was felt, but these comments just baffle me to no end. I don’t know about you, but I am not an expert on magnitude levels of earthquakes or on earthquakes in general. Sure, there are adjustments usually from the first initial reports (ours went from a 3.1 to a 3.3), but unless you work in that field, how do you know what it should be classified as? And really, what difference does the exact number make, it was big enough, that’s for sure. I guess it’s just another case of I read something about it so that makes me an expert 🙄.

As for the comment about the inanimate towns telling the world (I guess?) it’s had enough building going on – I might joke about that to people I know, but I would never post such an inane comment online! That comment is about as useful as a “screen door on a submarine”. If you want them to stop building so much, go to your city and county council meetings, or run for office. Don’t sit there and just gripe about it on social media 😒.

And how do you even explain that having a brick house does not shake less than other types of houses during an earthquake. The only thing a brick house may help in these instances is damage control. 

Told ya I was cranky 🤷🏼‍♀️, and these daft comments didn’t help 🙄. Too many people needing to spout off for no real purpose other than to bitch. Ooh kind of like me today 😆😆😆.

And that’s why I should stop reading the comments section 😁.

Not a Recap – The Courtship Ep. 9

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Is this show ever going to end? After this week we are down to the final five and spoiler alert, Mr. Chapman did not opt out of the show as I suspected. But we’ll talk about that later.

I should note that the show always starts about two minutes late as the previous show, Temptation Island, is still on. And sometimes I’ll watch the end of it and wonder who would go on such a show – it’s an awful concept. But it keeps coming back, so there’s an audience for it 🤷🏼‍♀️.

We start The Courtship with the usual debrief of the previous night’s Farewell Ball by both sides – the suitors and the court – when the Daily Tea arrives. Oh look it’s a “Festival of Strength” and by festival they mean the men compete in exactly two strength competitions. Some “festival” 🙄.

On the plus side, the show’s host, Mr. Edwards, is present at the activity this week, FINALLY 😍! 

For the first feat of strength the men are divided into pairs and each pair has to lift a 150 concrete medicine ball off the ground onto a barrel. The men prepare by removing their shirts, of course, and the matches begin. I’ll just tell you who one each of the three rounds, Mr. Nazaire, Mr. Judge and Mr. Coines. Mr. Judge lifted that thing without any trouble – it was a sight to behold 🤤. 

Next, they have to hold a “log” (it’s kind of shaped like half of the old wooden stockade) over their head. The first to drop is out, the two with the longest times will go head-to-head. Winners are Mr. Nazaire, again, while totally showboating 🤮 (yep, I really dislike his cocky ass), Mr. Coines again (surprisingly – he even admits he has a dad bod) and Mr. Hunter (and he has a damn fine body I must say 🤤). But the two are with the best times are Messer’s Nazaire and Hunter with Mr. Nazaire winning more time with Ms. Remy. To be fair Mr. Nazaire had a break before the final contest whereas Mr. Hunter went straight into the second lift. Mr. Nazaire, who was a poor winner, gets alone time with Ms. Remy while the others hang out with the court nearby. 

I mostly skipped their conversation because I just don’t care. I did catch him telling Ms. Remy that Mr. Chapman (as we know from last week) is not sure about proposing in the end, should he be chosen, just like a weasel.  And men say women are the worst at throwing each other under the bus, when they are just as bad in these situations. Also, for me, this smacks up against the idea that if you think you are the right person for her, you shouldn’t have to resort to such nonsense. It’s a cheap tactic and yet another reason these shows bother me.

They rejoin the group and Mr. Hunter steals Ms. Remy away for a conversation. He talks again about how hard it is for him to be vulnerable, that he is usually the rock for everyone around him. And I get that – he’s trained himself to hold it in. She just wants more vulnerability from him, and I don’t even know what that means at this point – does she want to know all his secrets? I wouldn’t even be comfortable with that in this environment 😬.

The “Festival” comes to a close and everyone heads to their neutral corners. 

Jesus we’re only 20 minutes in with 40 minutes to go. I cut these non-recaps to the bone and they still run long. Could you imagine if I was more thorough 😳.

Later that evening, Mr. Bochicchio is invited to attend a Regency era spa, in this case a room with two tubs. Before they bathe (mostly clothed mind you 😆). Ms. Remy again pushes the issue of commitment and where his head is at. He still thinks a proposal at the end of it all is a little crazy and she states he is reneging on saying he would propose in the end at the last ball (did you follow that 🤨 😁?). What he is saying is he doesn’t want to rush, he wants to spend real time with her. Props to him he is consistent with his messaging – he wants to build a relationship in the real world. In the end – they jump into the same bath together and make out.

Onto the next day, where Ms. Remy decides to speak with Mr. Chapman (the one she is falling for) privately to ask for the truth in regard to being ready for commitment. He is at least honest with her in saying he is not ready to slow down and may not be able to give her the life she wants (by the end of the show, kind of like Mr. Bochicchio 😜). Also, it seems as if he has Peter Pan syndrome. She leaves in tears, and he goes on a walk to decide if he will stick it out or not.

Now at this point, I think the producers intervened 🙄. If suitors are paid, it might be on a per episode appearance, so one reason to stick around when your one of the lead options. Also, Mr. Chapman is an actor/model and the exposure for him on this show only helps him, which the producers likely pointed out. While it is a reality show, that doesn’t mean it isn’t heavily manipulated (again, may I suggest watching UnReal if you can find it 😁).

So were off to the Farewell Ball and low and behold Mr. Chapman shows up. I am not shocked in the least. And he lands on the dance card. Again, not shocked. He is joined by Mr. Coines (he’s growing on me, despite him also being an actor) and Mr. Hunter. The dance for your life commences and, in the end, Mr. Hunter is sent packing because he just “isn’t opening up”.

Interesting to note that the show was filmed in a five-week period, not two months as I had originally read. So, to ask these guys to be ready for a lifetime commitment after a five-week period just blows my mind 🤯. If marriage is what you want, there is a little show called Married at First Sight over on Lifetime. Maybe she should check it out 😆.

And Mr. Nazaire is an egotistical ass, just saying 😉

Look at that, got it out within two days of the airing – progress 🍾. If you want to read previous Not a Recaps of The Courtship, click the tag below. Also, I Love a Mama’s Boy is returning soon and so are my non recaps 😁.

What is a Sincere Apology?

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BTW I’m perfect so I never need to apologize 😆😆😆.

Over the past few years, I have often heard, or read (Reddit’s AITA specifically) of people complaining about insincere apologies, when I thought they sounded genuine. And can you know if a person is sincere or not just based off an apology?

So, I wonder, what makes an apology sincere?

I asked my friend Robb this very question the other day. And he could elaborate on what doesn’t constitute an apology at all – any apology that starts with “I’m sorry if you felt …” or “I’m sorry if you misunderstood…” or “I’m sorry but…”. Really any time you add an if/but at the beginning of the apology, you are not really apologizing (these are also known as Housewives apologies 😜). But he really struggled with what makes an apology sincere.

Of course, how sever the incident is may color a person’s idea of a great apology, i.e. I hit you in the face with a ball by accident vs. I stole from you. And I get that. But people even have a hard time apologizing for an accident without laying blame on the victim – Sorry but you shouldn’t have been standing there 🤦‍♀️. 

But what do you need to hear for an apology to be considered genuine?

This is my idea of a great apology for something larger than an accident should include the following: I’m sorry + what exactly you are sorry for + acknowledgment it was wrong + a promise to do better in the future. For example, “I’m sorry I stole from you. It was wrong and I should never have done it. I will try to do better going forward/it will never happen again.” It shouldn’t be that difficult. And make sure to leave out any justification for said incident.

I think there are several reason people use the insincere apology excuse for not accepting an apology: a. so they don’t have to forgive the person; b. so they hold the incident over them for eternity/manipulate them; and c. they can play the victim to everyone around them.

While the last two reasons are appalling and would have me questioning a relationship with that type of person, the first is understandable. But what if we separate the acceptance of an apology from forgiveness? Would that make any difference? Or why not just say, I don’t accept your apology. But if you make that choice, don’t expect them to continue to apologize to you ad infinitum.

So, I ask you My Lovelies, what makes an apology sincere to you? And can you separate accepting an apology from forgiveness?

Let me know your thoughts. Comments, as always, are open 😁.

Time for Some Updates 😁

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Well, it took 8 weeks dozens and dozens of phone calls a few emails, threats to sue, and a small blood sacrifice (😆) but finally, FINALLY my master shower has been fixed (the heavens opened up and a choir of Angels began a chorus of Hallelujah 😇). While the work was done Wednesday last week, I had to give it 48 hours before I was able to use it. It was a glorious Saturday, the first shower in 8 weeks I did not have a shower curtain attack me 🎉. Not only did the guy fix the crack I called about, but he also found a few others plus two spots that I had tried to patch. He also buffered the floor beneath the crack to keep it from happening again. They couldn’t have sent a better person – but that credit goes to the company that was contracted to fix it. All in all, it looks brand new, and I couldn’t be happier 😊.

In other news, over the weekend I received a package from the attorneys that did the closing on my house and guess what was in it – the corrected deed to my house! The name is finally hyphenated properly. But what’s funny is that I submitted the quit claim deed to them back before Christmas then forgot all about it 🤷🏼‍♀️. I never even followed up except for checking the FedEx routing number to see if it had arrived. Apparently, it took a month to get the local government to record it and almost 4 months to send the corrected deed to me. Our government and lawyers at work 🤦‍♀️.

And since I’m doing updates, I thought I would let you know how I’m coping with the loss of my beloved girl Reese. Well, it’s been almost 5 months and I still miss her everyday 😢. But I have been coping by watching reels on Facebook of many different dog videos and it quells the urge to get another puppy for now. Although it is making me wish I had the energy for a husky – they are so cute and smart 🥰. Also, I live in the south and they really aren’t built for that kind of weather.

But if you enjoy dog videos may I suggest Jimmyandclarence@instagram (Clarence is a black lab) also on Facebook, Sadie the sable shepherd (FB), Meeka the Husky (FB), The Husky Moon (FB), Maya the husky (FB), haiku_the_husky@instagram (also on FB) and so many more to enjoy. It really has become an addiction lately 😬. But they are sooooo cute 😍😍😍, I just can’t help myself. Don’t send help 😆😆.

So, as you can see, everything is on an even keel here, moving forward as best as I can. And bonus, I haven’t had a major anxiety attack in quiet a while, so YAY ME 😊.

And, as always, I hope you all is amazing in your world My Lovelies 😘.

Side note: I Love a Mama’s Boy will be return June 19th at 10 pm and I will return to not recapping it. 

Not a Recap – The Courtship Ep. 8

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Let’s jump right in!

First, let’s remember that last week no one went home so two are leaving this week. And I wasn’t surprised about either – one because I didn’t think he was a match and the other because of the edit (started talking about how good he was feeling about his position in the competition, which is the kiss of death ☠️ on these shows).

We begin a new day with the men doing a post ball debrief as well as Ms. Remy doing the same with her court when the Daily Tea arrives announcing that Mr. and Mrs. Remy will be returning, and all are expected to attend a magnificent dinner in their honor. Afterward, a select group will adjourn to the Parlour for games with Ms. Remy and her BFF (no married people allowed again 😜)

The parents are brought up to speed before dinner, with Ms. Remy bending her ear about Mr. Holland (more on that later).

The suitors arrive and Mr. Remy begins the first toast with intentions to ask one of the men to also make a toast. But before he has a chance, Mr. Cones interrupts him to make a toast of his own 😬. Now in fairness, he thought Mr. Remy’s pause meant that he was finished, and he also didn’t know (or forgot his “Regency training” – yep, he said that) that the host chooses the person to give the next toast. Mr. Nazaire gives the toast, in French 🙄, and I’m pretty sure only Mr. Remy understood any of it. It kind of came off a little assholeish if you ask me 🤷🏼‍♀️.

It’s time for the Parlour games and Mr. Mumbray, Mr. Nazaire, Mr. Bochicchio and Mr. Chapman are asked to join the ladies. They play a Regency Era game called kitty where one person acts like a cat and the others are not supposed to laugh. Weird. They then turn to a current drinking game – Never Have I Ever. Lots of things are asked – threesomes, tattoos but the most telling was “never have I ever feared commitment” to which Mr. Chapman downs his entire drink in one swig. Uh Oh trouble in paradise 😮.

The next morning, they all go sport shooting with Ms. Remy’s mother, who besides being a doctor is former military, and I’m not sure any of the men hit the clay pigeon 😆. Of course, they are being distracted by Ms. Remy asking questions while they shoot, but I’m still pretty sure most of them still couldn’t hit a pigeon if they tried. Sadly, the shooting ends when the rain drives them inside.

Two suitors, who feel they need to speak more with Ms. Remy before the ball seek her out, separately.

First at bat, Mr. Hunter who shows up with flowers. Ms. Remy asks about his past dating life and he is a little evasive. He explains in his confessional that it takes him time for him to be vulnerable with people and that there are only a few people he is vulnerable with. Ms. Remy complains in her confessional that he has walls up about his past.

Next up is Mr. Cones who feels he needs to open up to Ms. Remy about something that may affect the way she sees him. You see he is gender fluid and Ms. Remy doesn’t see that as an issue, so they are good. Props to Ms Remy, because even in this day and age, you never know how someone will respond to this information and she handle it beautifully.

Meanwhile, Mr. Chapman is having doubts that he would be able to propose at the end of this competitionexperiment. You see, he lives the van lifestyle which means he has a converted van that he travels the country in, and he isn’t sure he wants to change his lifestyle for her or if she would for him. It is definitely not for everyone.

On to the Farewell Ball, where Mr. Holland, Mr. Mumbray, Mr. Chapman and Mr. Hunter are asked to dance for their life. Unforntunately Mr. Mumbray (no spark) and Mr. Holland (compatibility issues) are sent packing. Both are gracious about it, but Mr. Holland’s farewell speech almost makes me cry it is so kind. Hell, all the guys come to say goodbye to him, that’s how well liked he is. She actually walks him out to his carriage and gives him a gift.

Other thoughts: 

Back to the conversation Ms. Remy has with her mother about Mr. Holland (btw he got the “I’m in a good place” but ends up going home edit 😒). She tells her mother he is too intense that it’s too much too fast with him and he needs to slow down a little. This left me scratching my head because in the past she sent guys home because she didn’t think they were moving fast enough. Hell, Mr. Bochicchio was in trouble because he kept saying he wasn’t sure if he would be ready for marriage after the end of two months and she was thinking about getting rid of him. And here you have Mr. Holland ready to say yes. I’m so confused by her thinking. At least she (sort of) cleared it up by saying it was a compatibility issue, but it doesn’t make her look good that’s for sure.

As for Mr. Nazaire is still an arrogant ass and it feels like he is all about the win and self-promotion (he has a YouTube channel) not about finding love, shocker 🙄.  Also, he this is his second reality show.

Also, I am not sure how long they have been there at this point, but it seems like forever.

Next week looks like a doozy. The previews appear to show Mr. Chapman opting out of the show. Let’s see if that really happens.

Just a reminder, click on The Courtship tag at the bottom to read previous Not a Recap on the show.

My Brain is Like Daedalus’ Labyrinth…

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… and sometimes I get lost in there 😜.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret…

When I am prepping my posts, I usually start writing them in my head, testing out different first lines, seeing if I can make an idea fly. If I’m really on a roll, I’ll have the whole thing plotted out before I type a single word.

But sometimes I may start with one idea that totally takes a left turn at Albuquerque (Bugs Bunny fans will get the reference 😁) and sometimes becomes a totally different post from where I started. Today, I thought I would chart the path of how I worked through today’s post  – be warned it is a maze in my brain sometimes 😳.

So, I started thinking about how I wish finding a new possible life partner would be so easy if we did it like House Hunters. Present my wish list, be set up with three men that are similar to my list, go on a date with each one and pick the one best suited for me. Easy peasy.

I thought what would be on my wish list: A man who cooks, a man who greets me with joy at least once a day and a man who is tolerant of other cultures and the LBGTQ+ community (which is very important to me). And at first, I thought is tolerant a word or did I make that up. Well, there is intolerant so tolerant must be a word, right? Geez, I can’t even remember if it’s a real word or not. Now I have to look it up 🤦‍♀️. I literally had this conversation in my head for about five minutes 😮.

Once I convinced myself that tolerant was a real word I thought “Well that sounds condescending to other cultures and the LBGTQ+ community 😡” (mad face is meant for me). So, I tried out other words like accepting or agreeable and those sounded just as bad 🙄 (again for me 😁). Which led me down the thought process of how magnanimous we are to allow these different groups to exist in our space (yes, sarcasm) and I just spiraled from there 😵‍💫. Finally, I pulled myself out of the death spiral and settled on wanting a man that acknowledges and respects all manner of people. Or, in other words – isn’t a dick to people who are different than him 🤷‍♀️. 

And that’s how my mind works somedays. Scary, isn’t it 😱?