Wednesday, January 20, 2016

So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames

My coworker is celebrating her divorce. When I say celebrating, I mean that the more we learn about what the ex-asshat is doing, the better off without him she is.

After more than ten years of marriage, he took up and moved in with a news-to-her girlfriend he'd been seeing for a couple of years. He then texted my coworker saying he wanted a divorce. Who the fuck texts someone after ten years of marriage saying something like that?!?!?

Celebration cake
She then found out that he'd been taking out all the equity of their house - and opened up a credit card with the house as collateral. Her childhood home.

I'm sure their relationship wasn't perfect, but I think you owe the person you're married to a face to face conversation at the minimum. I believe it falls under common decency.

The above just goes to show that there are absolutely no guarantees when it comes to relationships - and it proves that the person you marry might not be the same person you divorce. People get nasty and do things one never thought them capable of. At least not that person. But true colors and all that.

On a commuting note, I am still suffering under the not-wanting-to-bike-in. This to shall pass, I'm sure, but it's getting harder and harder to get on that bike in the morning. I'm not saying I have to force myself to bike yet, but I feel it's getting there. Perhaps what I need is a group function of sorts - so here's hoping that Chilly Hilly will give me the boost I need.

Looking forward to this
I also am more than a little paranoid about flats, which doesn't help either with the wanting to bike. I thought myself immune towards flats for months so I'll admit it caught me completely off guard - which I know is silly since getting flats now and again is as par for the course as you can get. I admit that I'm slightly obsessed about flats, probably more so than I ought to be.

I am a creature of convenience, which seems an oxymoron, being that I love biking so much (well, usually I do). I am, though, and getting flats certainly doesn't fit the category. The furthest I will go to "roughing it" is spending a night at a motel instead of a tent. My body is just so not made for the outdoors and the outdoors feels the same way about me. I am deathly allergic to mosquito bites and if there's ten people in a tent and me (big tent), you can bet your ass I'm the only one ending up covered in bites.

Which is why I sadly won't do RAW, even though I would love to do the ride itself. Bike across America, you say? Well, there is indoor sleeping for that.

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