5p Check-In and Supplication

 Yes, friends, I just felt this earnest moment of trying to do something to change the outcome of this rejection. But this time it was a plea to God. I felt a little energized by reframing the narrative. For as much as he knows, I didn't reach out to him either, so hopefully he feels just as rejected. Maybe any perceived bad behavior on my part signaled to him that I wasn't that into him. This brings me some comfort in that it takes away the sting of rejection and being picked over. 

But in this narrative, we are both equally interested parties who don't contact each other ever again. If we're all playing by the same rules then he too has to wonder what I thought of him. I like this version of the story better. Every one goes their separate ways. There's no meeting at the bridge where one person is stood up.

But the thing I did is this. I went to get a hamburger for my late-afternoon picnic (inside my car). If I haven't said it enough times on this blog, I live in a not-so-great neighborhood because it's what my FIRE budget can afford. At the burger place there was a homeless man wandering around. I of course in an abundance of caution, started locking all my doors and rolling up my windows. But somehow seeing him just sit on the stoop of a nearby establishment pulled on my heart. I wanted to do something - I always want to do something - but I didn't know what. 

I don't mind buying food because I never carry much cash. Plus the cash just seems more dangerous somehow but even as I type this.... why should I care how they spend the cash. Once I decide to give it away, it's theirs. 

Anyway, I left not feeling great. I ate my food in my screened in porch (aka car). Then decided I would go back in supplication for my prayer for a mate. I can't remember why we give offerings and sacrifices in prayer, but that was the thing I decided to do.

It happens quite often that when I'm praying for something, I will stumble upon a need of 'the least of these.' I almost always never answer their cry. And I always think God looks less favorably on me when I turn a blind eye. 

So this time, I wanted to try everything to get my husband. Convert this 11th hour guy into my future husband. I muttered a few words to get God's attention and drove back. The homeless guy wasn't even there. 

Oh well. If only prayer was that simple. 

I just feel like my time is now. Why not now? 

Have I grown though? Have I really grown though? I have felt this way before. When I transition to these different phases of adulthood - new job or new opportunity, new financial milestone, buying the house- they just seem to be perfect inflection points to find a partner. 

I just want to punctuate these moments with a love event. 

Oh well. I don't know what else to say on the subject or feel about the subject. 

All my investments are down, so I'm basing my FI-dom on $400k (instead of $500k), so in my mind since I only plan to live for the next 5-20 years, I'm kind of okay financially.

And wouldn't you know, it took less than a month to get used to spending more money.

I'm spending $8 to $10 at fast food places when I usually spend $2 to $4. Even $4 was a stretch. 

My goals for this year just feel really fluid. There was love and momentarily trying to get 2 jobs to see how much money I can make. There was getting into reselling. There was the thought of letting a relative stay with me. 

Doing a good job at work is still a priority, but it's extremely difficult to feel motivated to do much more than that for a myriad reasons. 

I'm even virtually volunteering this weekend. I realized I was only half motivated to do that because of Dapple. Not in a romantic way, but just oh I'm saying I do all these things, maybe I should actually do them.

My FIRE goal was this great big daunting task that I took a huge bite out off. It's been the forefront of so many decisions for the last 4 years that without it, I'm not sure what I want.

I don't want to get completely used to this aimless side of me because it'll be hard to come back from. I think I like working towards a goal. A good solid achievable goal. 

Work doesn't exactly feel optional yet. It feels like a helmet or a springy safety net. So it's not something I'm ready to go forth without. It is the thing that makes the next seemingly precarious endeavor feel a little less scary. 

9a Minor Freakout

 I am having a little bit of a minor freakout that I didn't see coming. I wrote my last blogpost at 2a, and at 9a I find myself a bit weepy.

Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the anniversary of my aunt's death. Maybe it's the pressure of my next project. Maybe it's all these house goings on, but something is not right.

My brain is choosing to focus on this rejection. I think I said some weird things. I must have. Why do I say weird things. I even prepped myself before hand with questions to ask. I made a note to stay upbeat and positive, don't self-deprecate (that never translates virtually to people you don't know...ever!). But it was my natural defense or default state, I guess.

I'd gotten used to the text messages I guess.

Nothing bad is actually going to happen to you, MERJ. Not one thing. Nothing bad is even happening to you right now. This was not the love of your life. You didn't just divorce a man that you pinned every last hope and dream on. What you're feeling right now is a trick. You will not be consumed by this. He didn't cheat on you. He didn't murder you. He didn't even love you. I don't even really think he liked you.

You didn't know this was going to happen when you were born. You didn't know this person in November and by this upcoming November you still won't know this person.

This is just Feelings. Feelings are fickle. 

I did find myself a bit distracted in my 8:30a meeting. I find myself wanting to check my phone for a text I know won't come. It sucks. A lot. If I ever go back on the apps again, I'm definitely not giving out my phone number again. But I already knew that, but Weakness convinced me it would be different this time. I'm stronger and more emotionally resilient. False.

I immediately want to spend the $10 to change my Voice number, but I need it at least until Tuesday when my washer and dryer are supposed to be delivered. Fantasy is telling me maybe that's why my delivery got delayed because obviously he's going to text me tonight or tomorrow.  So many tricks. 

Love is easy, not tricky. 

Ghosted for the last time!

 So yes, it's been 48 hours officially and Dapple did not contact me. It stings just a bit, but I don't feel any wild desires to double check or check-in with him. An article I read last night just stuck with me - he knows the rules.

I know the movie He's Not That Into You clarified that for us however many years go, but part of me always thought I could change the guy's mind or maybe I was the exception. Or that it was different for nice guys.

But I don't know... something about the way the woman whose blog I read last night said it just stuck with me. He's been socialized the same way I have. Society taught him the same rules. He pursues and I wait to be pursued.

Part of my head-banging frustration was how much I hate the rules. But to hate the rules tacitly acknowledges the rules exist. So, yes, MERJ the rules exist. After 48 hours of no-contact, he's not coming to rescue you.

No one is. Care Free Kate wins again.

I don't think I was my best self on the date, but the rules don't change. I had a 2-month buffer to counter exactly this situation. Generally, when a guy makes up his mind about me, I can't change his mind.

I like rules. So I think this woman was just speaking my language.

I'd wondered if wanting to do something spontaneous like living in Seattle for a month would change after he rejected me, and yes, it did change. The move to Seattle was the Big Gesture Mean Brain always tries to convince me to do when I feel a rejection coming on. Like do something in the 11th hour so you don't have to feel this Big Thing that's coming.

But I don't know how it's protective. I don't know how the Wishful thinking is protective. The other thing Mean Brain does in situations like these is automatically move the last person that Rejected me to the Top Hits List. Luckily Dapple has now surpassed the last few Terribles as The One. How ridiculous! I think this is where I know my brain is flawed. This is not protective. This is where I have to activate Rational Brain. Unfortunately, it's very much a conscious effort. I have to actively try to rationalize with Mean Brain. And boy are there plenty of articles about that. 

The latest one I read is give up the idea that you had this great relationship or potential for one, I think. The great relationship never existed or else you'd be in it. It was a myth.

But here's the thing, I still believe in fairy tales.

The latest dating show I was watching had considerably older people...like people my age. It was honestly hard to watch. There's nothing exciting about people in their 40s still fumbling around in the dating pool. I just want to be like Get a life! It shouldn't be this stupid. 

I hate all the conversations and self-checking and conversations. Dating and romance and love is for the youthful. I was always an old soul. 

I like the way it plays out in fairy tales. I'm cute, you're cute. Let's talk, hold hands, and make out.

No one needs to game-play or ghost or be unkind. No one needs to be hurt or have to go to counseling to do this thing we were literally made to do.

I don't think love in its purest form should be this hard. 

I think I've been resistant to the rules because I don't think they should exist. Love is art. Love is natural and should be all consuming. Love should be easy and not like work. Love should never be like work. Why did we pollute it this way. You like a person and eventually love them. You forgive them all their indiscretions because if they love you, there's no pain in love. You know that they are not trying to hurt you. Love is all the things the Bible says it is - patient and kind and good and pure and ever lasting. But these days it's weaponized. We withhold it and use it to control or coerce each other. We fake it to use other people. Even the term love-bombing is a tactic used to manipulate people. There's bomb right in the name. We've weaponized love. 

It was the thing I wanted most but as it exists today, it's soiled. How can God not hate us. When you soil love like that, we soil all He stands for.

It is the thing I've always wanted. It's why I've lived this long. But I want it in its purest form. In its easiest form. Without fights or strong words or manipulation or even mental gymnastics. I shouldn't have to convince anyone to love me. Ever. This is literally the thing I was made for. 

But I knew and realized and acknowledge a long time ago that it didn't exist on earth anymore. I hadn't seen it. It always goes back to slavery for me. How much they must have hoped and prayed for freedom. But that just wasn't their reality.  That pure love just isn't my reality. Nothing I can do can change that just like nothing they could do could change that for them.

So you just endure.

This is state-funded hospice housing that I live in. With all its myriad imperfections. This is my reality. Hospice is where you go to receive supportive care for your pain before you die. You and your caretakers know that you won't get better. I'm both the caretaker and the patient in my case. It's where you go to wait to die

It's not where you go to start a new career or be an entrepreneur or fall in love or change the world or right old wrongs. It's where you go to wait to die. You eat the Jello and hope to get a few more nights sleep in without pain. Sometimes you might get to eat the Jello flavor you like the most. Sometimes you might have to eat gruel through a feeding tube. 

I'm on the Jello floor. 


Misery!

 It's freezing in the room. The internal temp inside the house is 50 degrees according to the thermostat but I think it's much lower inside the room.

I'm still feeling small pangs of sadness that I'm not partnered and my prospect may or may not return my interest. It doesn't feel quite as devastating as it might have in the past. So this is PROGRESS. That's huge.

Finally my guardrails are finally working. I was feeling bored and wanting to get back on the apps but I had no pictures on my phone or iPad and the work required to find and upload them was more than I was willing to do in that moment of weakness. Yay! 

But yeah although I'm disappointed, I don't have many more things I can change or do to self-destruct myself.

So again, progress!!

I don't think he'll ghost, but he also may not have the difficult conversation, so likely a slow fade and maybe a final text. He gets until Sunday night since Monday is the 31st, i.e. the end of the month and a natural time for things to end. I'm 90% committed to not texting him back first since our phone conversation (in the future version of this story, I'm rounding it up to a date).

If he does text, I do want to ask if he wants to move from getting to know each other to a friendship, but then part of me thinks it'll be fun to see what happens around Valentine's Day. If he gets weird or nonchalant. So I might do that - accept the breadcrumbs. Although there is some anxiety ridden antics, I might be tempted to keep the text chain going. 

Other things

The misery was last night. Although I caught one outdoor neighbor, I wasn't entirely convinced there was only one. And eventhough I barricade myself in my room every night I keep hearing all these chirps and beeps and I'm convinced there are uninvited guests all around me as I sleep, so I hide under the covers.

It might be the TV. It might be birds outside. I really don't know. Last night it definitely sounded like the smoke detector was alerting that there was a low battery. There was beeping for at least an hour but it was so cold I refused to get up and check. It didn't make sense because I thought my smoke detectors were wired. And I thought if one went off, they all went off. 

A few hours later, the beeping stopped. I mean it definitely felt like it was right outside my door. So either it was my neighbor's smoke detectors and the sound waves were distorted, or it was a very loud cricket. 

I was scared of bringing the space heater in the room but I finally just did it. It's so much warmer outside my room especially with my door closed. All the heat from the sun is warming up the other half of the house.

Yesterday I sat in the car for almost 4 hours because the sun was out and in the car I couldn't feel the chilly wind. I've decided to call it my screened-in porch. And I used to be scared when those boys sat in their car for no reason. #kettleblack

Speaking of those boys, I haven't seen them hanging in the car the last couple of days. I noticed a dad-like figure coming out of their house with army pants on. So maybe when he's around they do less wayward stuff. 

There was some dripping under the kitchen sink. Panic! I couldn't tell where it was coming from. After watching a YouTube video, I tried to tighten everything I saw under the sink and there was one nut that actually felt loose. The dripping seemed to stop but I haven't used the sink much. 

So yeah, last night was a miserable night of sleeping.

I did challenge myself with a lot of dairy filled products this weekend. My tummy bubbled but there was no violent diarrhea. Mind you, it wasn't ice cream or cheeseburgers. Just things I thought had a low content of dairy - some donuts from a bakery and Chik Fil A chicken nuggets. 

I had just been wanting donuts for so long that I finally just did it. I tried to base my stomach first with some dry French bread from the same bakery, but I'm actually not convinced that bread was dairy-free. 

What's laughable is that Friday afternoon Lowe's called to say they couldn't deliver my washer and dryer on Sunday because of the weather. At the time I was like what weather? I think it was supposed to be cold but when I'd last checked there wasn't a storm. And there sure isn't one. It's sunny and in the 40s today. 

It's supposed to be warming up this week so that makes for an exciting February! I hope it stays sunny.

I'm done with winter. 

Again I don't know if it's reaching some level of FI that's got me thinking more about what happens next, but I really want to find a partner. But I can't figure out what I want out of it. Do I even really want a a partner or is it something I think I should want?

I would honestly be fine with a good group of friends. So maybe it doesn't have to be this big philosophical discussion or decision. I have a lot of time on my hands. I have money to spend a little more freely on leisure and entertainment. So what else am I going to do? So yeah, maybe I'm not looking to find the love of my life as my ultimate goal. I'm just looking for a friend and if it happens to be a guy that would be cool too. 

But I think one of my longstanding dreams has been to find a love worth living for, but that dream has been long-shelved by reality. 

So maybe Carefree Katie was right. I'm just looking for "someone to do fun stuff with." Barf.

But is that true? I guess not all the time. 

So yes, I'm not necessarily looking for a marriage and kids and family but I wouldn't say no. 

Right now, I have a lot of free time and when the weather is nice, it'd be nice to get out of the house. That's the most basic truth of my situation. 

I dreamed up to 2 wishful goals for this year in my fits of sleep last night - find a second WFH job and gross $250k/yr and something else I can't remember. 

The hopeless romantic in me wants to get dressed up and go live in Seattle for a month. I want to date and kiss some cute boys.

But that's Magical Wishful Brain thinking. She must be high on life.  

He Finally Called!

 So Slow Fader aka The Texter aka PenPal finally called, and even that was a cluster. He asked if I would stay up later since it was Friday so he could call me. I said yes and asked when. He said 10:45p. Was I supposed to respond, okay? Because he didn't do that last weekend when I asked him to call. 

I wait almost 15 minutes and no call. Ready to delete him, once and for all, I get a text saying to call him if I'm still awake. I'm so mad!!!

I wait 5 minutes to see if he'll call. Nothing. Another 5 minutes. So finally, I call. It rings a couple times then I get a tone like a fax machine. So I try again. Same thing.

Am I getting catfished somehow?

The whole thing is weird. 

So at this point, I'm beyond losing face and just text if he's still there. I tell him I tried calling. He says it didn't ring, so he tries me again. I miss the call cuz... Google Voice. Then I try again, and finally he tries again.

So yes we talked for about an hour. Finally.

I think he is who he says he is. 

He just reminds me of every bro from college. 

I've never felt Nothing for a guy before. I don't know because it's been 2 months of 'what the heck' are we doing so I've already felt the feeling or what. 

He did say he was sensitive and when I asked Really, he said why would I lie about it. So maybe it's true.

But what does that mean?

Am I so out of touch with people that I can't tell if someone is flirting?

I'm not writing him off yet but I can confidently say I have no idea if he'll contact me again because the conversation was just that neutral. 

And I honestly think I would be okay. There wasn't the fire of that initial match with someone who might be really into you. 

He actually seems genuine. Like I might be over-complicating things. But honestly, it's very confusing getting only 1 text a day. Who does that? As the old saying goes, no one is that busy!

I mean by all indications, 'he's not that into me,' so I'm just really confused of his motives. And it's not even a legitimate emotional booty call because he sends his one daily text when I'm already asleep. 

So it's almost a NatGeo experiment for me like..what the actual heck is going on here. 

Crushed It!

 That's what I wanted to tell my boyfriend after my meeting yesterday. Then I remembered I didn't have one. So I had my first official meeting yesterday in my new role. I didn't die. I know the title was a little misleading it. I crushed it in that I didn't quit or die!! Huge steps.

Technically the last two days are my day off but oh well. I don't mind actually. I'm still figuring out this job. I was verbalizing the other day...well the other day being when we learned that we're going through a re-org...that the things I liked about my old job were the problem solving and the operational back-end of things. So every now and then I'll just do casual searches related to my old job. Not that I necessarily want to leave this job, but part of me still is still excited about the idea of working 2 full-time work from home jobs. I'm really just curious what the fattest amount I can gross in a year is.

Last year, I spent the least amount of money ever. So I'm wondering, if FIRE is somewhere on the horizon, what will be the most money I gross in a year. Two-hundred and fifty grand seems like a lofty goal, but it would be a lot easier if I could pull off 2 full time jobs. 

I actually don't mind being busy, it turns out because when I'm idle, that's when Mean Brain has a chance to control me. 

Like the other day I was so busy with work that my singleness didn't even factor into my day. 

So the Slow Fader actually wants to talk on the phone today. Honestly, every time he takes too long to respond, I start deleting all his messages and planning my escape route. So we shall see. I'm always torn between "knowing my worth" and cutting him loose or seeing just how long it takes for this to fizzle out. 

I thought I had more to say. Oh, I decided to recategorize some of my food purchases this week as home maintenance because that's the only reason I've been eating out everyday. I have to camp out upstairs for a bit longer until I feel more comfortable being downstairs...really anywhere else in the house except for essential areas.

Other than that, Monday is payday. Yay! Second paycheck of the year. I'm one step closer to entering the reselling market. I started an account on StockX and created a new gmail just for reselling. 

I'm just killing time until 4p. Oh, how could I forget! I literally got a free lunch for employee appreciation today. I chose a lobster tail. 


Oh what a day!

 Oh what a day! Yesterday was a banner 12-hour day. I woke up before 8a and was in meetings until the afternoon. Apparently our department is undergoing a re-org. It seems everyone has their jobs. They made sure to tell us that plenty of times.

A thought crossed my mind that with the new roles they described, none seem all that appealing. Perhaps it's because I am not yet an expert in my field. Not sure.

I was brave though and emailed my boss about internet reimbursement. Even if I can get $50/mon that would help. 

What prompted this was I decided to go ahead and sign up for regular pest control. I figure I could try it for at least a year. After the gross neighbors that made entry sometime this weekend, I was very motivated to throw money at the problem. I think DIY is not my natural inclination. 

Orkin came yesterday, thankfully. He sprayed and put copper mesh in some cracks he found in the bathroom. I personally think they found their way in through the door or somewhere downstairs but he couldn't find any openings downstairs. I'm too scared right now to go and check if his work was successful. 

My Wyze camera came yesterday so I set that up and does not appear to have detected any motion last night. Again, I have other things splitting my focus right now.

I spent a lot yesterday.

I even treated myself to some Chik - Fil- A. If I didn't have to go downstairs, I'd probably go get a Chicken biscuit. I really could use some fresh fruit and veg, though, at least my colon could.

Anyways, Orkin is estimated to be about $500 for the year. So will have to figure out how to get that monthly payment worked out. Yesterday I just gave them my allowance card but I don't know if there's enough money on there for recurring payments. I think after reading how much value the blogger at I Pick Up Pennies gets out of her termite service and other subscriptions, I felt not as alone on this expense. 

I finally broke down and bought a washer and dryer. I wanted to wash all the things the pest might have crawled on. That should be delivered some time soon. I used some of my work rewards points. 

I went ahead and got a couch as well. I broke my own rule of not buying before sitting on it first. But you know pressure - which makes most of my decisions. 

I think both of these things had a pest factor adding pressure; plus I had been thinking about it for way too long; and with work demands, I think I just needed to feel like I accomplished something.

I spent over $100 at Amazon getting more housing stuff. Some under the door stuff and other supplies. 

Last night I again thought - what am I doing here? Is this the right place for me? But like I was at the studio - where else can I go?

Just the home maintenance part of home ownership is not for me. And of course this neighborhood. 

All in all this took about 12 hours yesterday. 

That's it for now, better do some work. 

Oh, one more thing. I put the couch and appliances on a credit card. I felt a little inkling of bad behavior, but I was sort of in a haze of let's just get this stuff done and think about it later. It was both work stress and home maintenance related. But yeah, knowing it wasn't coming out of my bank account right away was a slippery slope since my accounts right now are pretty anemic.

I'd like to think knowing I technically have about that much sitting in my Hidden Churning Account made this not as reckless of a move, but who knows. But yeah, just another kind reminder to myself to be careful with credit cards. Psychologically, it's just different. The funds seem unlimited when it's not being directly taken out of an account you know you'll need for recurring bills. 

Luckily, 1 credit card rightly only has a $1k balance. The other did not have 0% interest. And so the third had a high limit and 0% interest. But I really need to get that limit down or close it soon! I also tend to keep the cards locked so I'll have to take that extra step to use them after I meet the spend requirement to get the bonus. 

But yeah, another reminder to be careful with credit cards.  Also, to really be mindful of the people you spend money with. My relative was kind of egging me on to buy the washer and dryer and the couch because I "needed" them. Need is a strong word considering I haven't had them for 2 years.  But we all know it's so much easier to spend other people's money. Even when I exclaimed at how much the costs were adding up to me and how it would take months to pay off. She was like stop acting like you make minimum wage.  Obviously that relationship is not a safe money space, sigh. Oh well. 


A Prisoner In My Own Home

 So should we do good news or bad news first.

Good news, the new doctor called and said I had all normal labs (not the mammogram doctor)! That means the minor stress of that mistake from last year can be soon forgotten. The new doctor said 6 months for definitive tests but I don't remember reading that on any of the internets. Anyway, I'm so prayerful and grateful for that result. Now, I can pretend that never happened. 

I almost want to change my name. I was reminded of my Driver License appointment this weekend. I really don't know what I'm going to say or what I'm going to do at the time if they say No. 

Anyway, the bad news.

I thought I got to a good place with my project, but I think I have to do redo a lot of it, and I'm pretty much out of time. My boss wants me to meet with some of the team members to review it and I have no confidence in what I'm presenting. And she wanted that by Wed, but I have nothing to show based on the most recent feedback. 

The real bad news is I found some new outdoor neighbors in my house. Gross, like really gross. I had been putting off getting a new camera for no reason at all, but I bought one and about $100+ worth of stuff to try to catch this outdoor-neighbor. 

So I spent almost all day cleaning and cleaning up after this neighbor. So gross. I taped up open cereal boxes and cleared off all the hard surfaces in the kitchen. It's so gross because I was sitting and laying on the futon and seeing the droppings and just thought it was food crumbs. But it felt like some of them were happening in real time. That's what I don't get. Were they just on the couch with me and I couldn't see or hear them. Ugh. 

Anyway, I bought a camera (that's meant to go outdoors but will use to surveil indoors for now) and some traps. Thanks to a free trial of Amazon Prime, I should get most of my items by tomorrow. I'm going to sleep with my room door closed and wood underneath to block anything that might come in. I'm hoping I'll have at least one clean room while this is resolved. 

I've tried so many things to keep pests out of the house but I don't know what else to do. I'm looking at getting those under door spongy blocks. I don't remember why I didn't get them before. It just seemed it would work for wind but not things that are crawly because they would just crawl right up and over the sponges. I'll try it. I think tape might work just as well though for the backdoor.

I want to try to get a storm door as another option just not sure how to get it installed.

So yeah, no joys of home ownership.

The other thing is, a classmate from high school just moved to Washington. And she lives on an island. She's crashing with a friend right now until she gets established. I just remember wistfully thinking about those days. 

I'd love an adventure right now especially with being able to work remotely. She casually was like you should move out here. I don't know if she said it or if I made it up but I think the thought would be to get a place with her. 

I wasn't even tempted. Rooming with anyone long term just doesn't sound fun and def not someone with a kid. But I knew once I verbalized to myself sometime last year that I really can't afford to live anywhere else, the decision was clear. It wasn't one I had to think over.

But yeah, I got McDs and ate it at the kitchen table alone and cold as opposed to wrapped up snuggly on my couch or in my bed. I'll be surprised if I can sleep tonight.

And literally this is the week where I actually have to do work! Real work that these people are paying me for. I need to focus and eat like normal.

I think I'm going to get take-out for the rest of the week so I can avoid any dishes or mess.

On the boy.

He called me at after 11p last night. Weak, sis. He's been mentally demoted to pen-pal because Mean Brain won't let me cut him loose completely. 

On January

 Yesterday was a weird day. It started off good then it spiraled to me creeping on a friend of a friend's public Instagram page all the way to posts from 2019. 

I know a couple good decisions I made in life for self-protection, and one of them is staying off social media. If not, yesterday would have been many of my yesterdays.

I think I just started to feel left behind, picked last, just overall discontentment. It just seems people around me are hitting all these celebrated milestones and I'm just not. I just can't find a race that I can win and be the best at.

Apparently, that's something I value because I keep coming back to that. 

I'm obviously grateful for getting as far as I have in my FIRE journey because before and even after the first 100k, the journey was so distressing in its required endurance. 

But now, it's like I can't be happy with that. Something happened in December. Something happened last year living on so little. And now I can't undo that feeling. Maybe it'll pass. 

I think seeing people celebrating the things money buys them is just making me rethink everything. It also might be that my workload has been so light the last few months that work doesn't seem so bad. Who knows. 

I just still feel left behind, like I'm eating other people's dust. 

I think this is when being around like minded people probably helps. 


Good things from Jan

- Workload was incredibly light

- I probably did Guided Meditation at least 3 times a week

- Went ahead with 50% 401k contribution

- Successfully unsubscribed from all the streaming services I gifted myself during the holidays

- Got my first $300 bank bonus

- Got off Hinge

- Went to annual physical

- Signed up to judge 2 science competitions


For Feb

- Considering "working" or at least staying on the computer from 9a to 1p, so that when I have a draft due I can more easily transition into getting it done vs stressing

- Reading between 5-7p (vs watching TV)


I think the Slow Fade Boy is a bit of a monkey wrench. Reasonable Brain is like just cut him loose. I can't look up any more 'why did he' blog posts. I mean there are some things that make it seem like he pulled back a little. 

What are the facts:

- No pictures (promised)

- No phone call (alluded to)

- ONLY texts 1x a day... at NIGHT when I'm asleep (this is the biggest one)


I need to figure out what I want. Yes, friendship, but is it progressing? I want to eventually come out there... I was hoping in March when it's not as cold and maybe cold/flu/COVID season has settled down a bit. 

I was going to send some sort of high stakes text to effectively end communication, but I chickened out. I'm entangling myself in the Slow Fade so that Mean Brain doesn't chastise me later. 

I've been "friends" with dudes before. It literally never leads anywhere other than them eventually fading away when they find a girl they like. 

I've been sensing a bit of slow fade and breadcrumbing. But it could also be inexperience. But Logical Brain is just like even inexperienced guys go after what they they want. Everyone does. When is the time to be brave if not behind a screen!

So do I just cut him loose? Give in to the Slow Fade? Or keep playing along until March and then send a high stakes text?

It's exactly what I knew was going to happen - me trying to convince a boy to like me. It's why I unmatched him in the first place. Right Brain already knew I'd find myself here and here I am.

Then you see shows like 90 Day Fiance, where far away girls get guys to send them money with just one picture and what..flirty words? I wish they gave more insight into what these women are saying.

Or even the women in prison in Love after Lockup. 

How is this even fair?

I'm amazing, but obviously not as amazing as these women.

This is what I mean.

I think what I'm mad at is the thing I put the most effort into - was school. I didn't get to be world reknowned or make the most money.  Even my best mates with less education are making as much or more money than me and have better outcomes.

And they have families - partners, kids, the bigger house.

38 already sucks and I'm not even there yet. 

The only good thing is as far as return on investment, if income based repayment for student loan works out in FIRE the way I hope, that will be a discount degree. And homegirl loves a discount!

And let's face it -I don't enjoy working. I really don't. So why should I bemoan others the fruits of their labor. 

I got to get a whole bunch of degrees - um, I like school.

I get to exit the workforce and live a basic life anytime I want - um, I love not working. 

So what am I complaining about?


OMG! I think my neighbors are selling drugs! I already thought they were up to no good, but it's cold and snowy outside. There is no reason for anyone to be sitting in a car. And now a rando third person just creeped up to the car looking around. Who does that if you're friends. 


On Dating, Usury, and a Health Scare

 This is indeed how your story ends, my dear.

This morning I woke up, yes at 5a to check my phone. Keeping it downstairs is the weakest deterrent of them all. Surprise, surprise. No text from boy. Ha. 

Trust your instincts, MERJ. His "I'm not that into you" vibes are pretty subtle but ever present. Meh. It has affected my mood just a bit, admittedly.

Also the weather and I mean I don't like working. So today is going to be a Honeycomb and TV day. I've already plotted how this relationship ends. Yep, Wishful Brain has rounded our texting into a casual dating relationship that lasted 2 months. Take that, Revisionist History!

So he'll probably text Thurs or Friday, if at all. I'll send a lazy text Monday. And likely that will be the end of that.

I think he scared himself with our brief texting on Sunday. He seemed to think I was asking him to be exclusive. There was promise of more pictures and a phone call. Nada. Ha.

I can't help but remember my teenage self. Very early on I realized the gamification required for dating and thought the whole thing silly. I guess it's like church and talks with your gyno - you just needed to be reminded of the risks!!

So this is my decades reminder that I'm not missing anything as a single person. Women drive these relationships 100% of the time, but somehow convince men that men do. I even saw it unfolding in front of me in the Family Chantel. The younger brother had "decided" he wanted to get serious with a girl and she was like uh, no. And he seemed shocked that just because he "chose" her, she didn't automatically choose him. 

Women, you're so good at this game! Unfortunately, it's one I just couldn't master - much like swimming, interviewing, and corporate jobbing. 

That's my dating update. Still smart, cute, fun, and funny!

As for work. I just haven't quite gotten into the groove of things. I'm a bit petrified to be honest.


Usury

My relative has been acting weird. I realized in the last 2-3 years she has been trying really hard to be interesting. Taking a lot of trips, actively trying to hang out with people she normally doesn't, and just overall distinctively more social. 

And it's because as the internet said, you have to appear interesting to your future mate! I remember doing something similar at 27 when I was actively trying to date. I went out 3-4 times a week and tried to be as socially active as possible. Then one day I left a dinner out to watch a Lifetime movie and never really got back into it. 

Are any guys doing this? Nope! They might work out a bit after Divorce #1 and then just sit around and wait for a girl to notice them. The ones who are struggling with single hood are the ones who don't know the secret - the girl calls the shot and dictates the relationship. Because they don't know the secret, they write these girls off as crazy or controlling or coercing them into a commitment. Oh you stupid, stupid man. That's literally the game. 

Anyway, I've been a little petty because I think my relative is trying to connect with me. Although I said I would say Yes to more social things, I'm a bit avoidant. You got the guy; you're married; you have the baby; and the bigger house. Wasn't it worth sacrificing your friendships? Aren't you immensely happy?!

It's not just her, but all my girlfriends. 

And you have inserted yourself into my old life and a few of my failed friendships. Go forth and prosper!

The whole thing is weird. Plus, if we're speaking freely, I don't really put a high priority on being friends with new moms. 

Pop psychology might think I'm jealous. But what am I jealous of? 


So yes, this is it. I got a little refresher over the Christmas break how I ended up here - single and alone. People have different priorities. And though they ebb and flow. I function best in relationships (platonic or otherwise) where consistency exists. I choose relationships where I am always a priority. Unfortunately, that's none of the ones on earth.

So today, I'll eat my HoneyComb, wait for a slow-fade text and wonder what in the supply chain is causing a Corn Pops shortage!

I long no more for dates or mates that don't put me first.  My relationship with myself is the priority. 

I had a Health Scare yesterday. First a golden cookie to me not only for searching for a doctor; finding a doctor; making an appointment; asking for what I want; but going to the appointment!

But yes, there was a cyst in my breast. They sent me for a mammogram. It's not a new thing for me since I started doing self-breast exams in my 20s (and have since stopped). Usually the cyst disappears by the end of my cycle. Without a cycle (due to hysterectomy), I just stopped checking. 

But my new doctor sent me before I had time to explain all of this.

Then apparently swollen lymph nodes are happening to some people after the COVID vaccine. So after 3 hours at the imaging center, they sat me down for a consult and recommended a needle biopsy to definitely know what the mass was. I was like meh. I don't know, I'm not that concerned. My body does weird things when foreign things like medicine are introduced to it.

If I were in my 60s, I might be more concerned. As uninformed as it sounds, my family members typically don't die from cancers. It's more diabetes and other lifestyle-related diseases. 

I felt a little bit of pressure when the new doctor called me shortly after to talk about it. And I was almost convinced yesterday to make the appointment. But I woke up this morning like meh.

I'm a scientist too. I don't like not having definitive answers, but for this one, they'll have to be okay with me being okay not knowing. 

The point is as much as the idea of saying I wish I had someone to share that day with - like a date or a mate- sounds good. It just wasn't true. Nothing was different because no one was with me at the appointment or I had no one to call afterward. I didn't even think about it. I'm more well-adjusted than I thought. Win! 

I eventually talked to my work colleague but it wasn't that satisfying or gratifying. I think I just wanted to test my hypothesis that having someone to talk to about it didn't make a difference. It didn't. 


Goodbye, Love! Hello, Life.

 So yeah. I just couldn't take it anymore. I deleted Hinge for the last time. It doesn't spark joy, and the distraction isn't worth it. Dapple is just a shadow of a prospect at this point, so that is pretty much done as well. 

It was fun...sort of? Not everyone gets to fall in love and live happily ever after. And that's okay. I'll be able to watch romance movies again and just enjoy them as works of fantasy-fiction as intended. 

Superheroes don't exist. 

I actually think I might bring over a relative from overseas. From my understanding, if I wanted to adopt her I'd need to do that before she turned 16. She turns 16 in Aug 2023.

That's way too soon. 

But we'll see. I don't want to probe around my family too much because that just about locks me in. This may be what I want to do or should do or it could just be me looking for my next goal.

I think "dating" has taught me that I'm more goal-oriented than I thought. I am just so used to working towards something that I feel adrift and anxious when I'm not. Maybe it's a paradigm I have to shift or maybe that's how I'm hard wired. 

I think dating was just filling that missing goal-shaped hole now that FIRE is pretty much done. Remember, I casually decided that whatever number I was at at the end of 2020 would be my FIRE number.

I tried different tactics to "achieve" dating, but it's just not much I can do to control the outcome. It's the gate keeper job of all gate keepers. It's like trying to pursue a creative career. I know myself, I can't do jobs like that and not lose my mind. 

I'm more of an arranged marriage kind of girl. Oh well. 

So, likely this guardianship pursuit is likely another shaky endeavor. I hope to get over it soon.

So I don't know what's next. 

Being Rejected Does Not Make Me Worthless (A Brain Dump)

 It sounds like a duh, but at almost 38, I'm finally getting it. Just cuz it feels bad now doesn't mean you have to stop the party or end your life. You will likely feel it again and again and again. And you might feel it more than other people. It might hurt every time but then it's over. 

Maybe your life is the space between your hurts. Maybe it just is. 

Yesterday I felt a lot of rejection. The texter did text me back 2 days later, but I'd already changed my Google Voice number by then. Is it worth the hassle for one text a day. I'm not getting anywhere on Hinge. Somehow every time I get a bad match, I take offense to it. But I'm not a man, I don't know how they think. Men lying about their age to trick women is just so unseemly, I can't stand it.

Then I called my Racist Friend...twice. He didn't answer or respond to my text or email me back. I don't even like him but it made me really mad. Sometimes when I feel rejected, I use him as an emotional cut. It worked.

I wanted to delete FaceTime and iMessage and end it all. Everything. I was ready to delete Hinge. I wanted to delete my Google Voice number permanently. I didn't want anyone to touch me.

But I'm already in the Death House. I'm already covered in Teflon behind the barricade inside the fortress. I'm so far in, no one can reach me as is. I've run out of walls to put up. 

If I play by my rules, there really isn't anyone on Hinge for me. 

I talked to one of my relatives last night. I was in need of some attention. She emailed me and I called her and she called me back. She's already at arm's length. I was proud of myself for not divulging anything too personal. And neither did she. We basically talked for 3 hours about television shows.

Fine.

This is life now.

I can't let any more outside influences redirect my path. Especially the negative ones. 

I'm in a relationship with myself. This is the one I prize the most.

I think I'm finally at an okay place just an inch above sea level. I'm still catching my breath; I'm still treading water furiously; I'm still gasping for air. But one day, I'll be able to float away. Float around obstacles and bask in the sun with the Normals. One day, I'll be like everyone else. 

The tears are back.

This is the anniversary month of my aunt's death and a lot of the sad feelings just bubble up at the slightest provocation. 

I was thinking about who to leave my money to. There is a girl one of my overseas relatives takes care of. On this show I watch one of the characters is bringing over 2 of her relatives to be their guardian. Maybe I could do something like that for this girl when she gets to high school. She might have a chance. Maybe I could leave my money to her. 

That's all. We were promised wintry weather this weekend. So far, we still have power, so that's good.

But yeah, an unanswered text, an unanswered email, a friend that cuts you out of their life, a horrible boss, a power hungry co-worker. These things don't have to change the course of my life at least so much as I can control it. They don't have to make me stop doing the thing I like to do.  They don't have to make my life worse. 

Maybe they helped fuel me to FIRE, but I don't have to build up all these fortresses that stop any good from coming in. If I do, then these negative forces have more power and impact than intended. 

I don't know what it all means, but I was putting way too much pressure on myself to keep the bad from getting in. Why was I letting myself feel the pain over and over again. I over-corrected maybe? But maybe not. I don't know. 

I think I need to do better at containing situations instead of treating everything like an oil spill? It's like that time when someone left the crockpot plugged in at work and suddenly we couldn't have parties in the cubicles anymore. Instead of just saying, make sure you unplug crockpots. 

I need to go no-contact with my Racist Friend instead of blocking out every possible opening of meeting someone new. That's more like it. 

But I said Yes yesterday to a phone call to my relative that I really haven't talked to via phone for about a year. 

I don't know what it means, but maybe I don't have to. I don't have to plan the rest of 2022 around this event.

Not that event or any recent rejection events. It's literally one moment in time. 

I just think back to 10 years ago. Twenty-Seven felt so old, like I should have had my life together. I had a roommate in her 30s and I remember judging her for still figuring it out. Ha! 

Twenty-Seven feels so young, now. I'm almost forty and I still have no idea what I'm doing. It doesn't seem like most people do either. I think that's the ultimate disappointment with Older Adulthood - the realization that there's no earthly reckoning. Whether you're still working at the fast food joint you started at in your teens or you have an office job with a partner and kids and a mortgage. It doesn't really matter. Life is still hard, people are still mean, you still have to clean your house, shower, take your car in for an oil change, deal with crappy co-workers and weird family and friends. You still have to make dinner. Your partner might still leave you, your kids might suck, and your roof might leak. It can be 2022 or 2012 or 2002. 

Empirically, we're all doing the same 10 things, eating the same 10 things, dealing with the same 10 people. 

So maybe I start making moves toward changing my name an adopting or taking guardianship of one of my relatives. Or maybe I don't and my brother gets everything. 

Or maybe I spend it all and there's nothing left to leave.

I want to finish watching my show, so I'm going to do that now. 

On The Impact of FI on "Relationship-Jobs"

Today I woke up and I was surprisingly okay. I took the phone in the room with me last night because I knew I would be anxiously awaiting a text from the Texter. No text! That turd did not text me back.

I slept mostly okay, actually. 

I woke up around 5a and felt strangely calm. This clarity came to me and I wrote and wrote and wrote in my bedside journal.

I think what has kept me sort of anxious in the dating pool was not really having a plan or blueprint to follow. Everyone sort of just approaches it with different intentions. What's the end goal. That's different for everyone. What's realistic? What's fantasy? If all these blond girls get all the attention then why aren't they all finding love? Maybe they are? 

I don't know, but I couldn't read another 'why didn't he' article after something dumb happened with a boy. 

But as I lay in my bed in the wee hours of the morning, I thought marriage and relationships are like work. I've always jokingly said, why would I take on another job. I just couldn't see the benefit of relationships in my late 20s and early 30s. I've written about it several times even on this blog.

I think I always knew marriage (the end goal of relationship or the ultimate relationship) as having a purpose, and in modern days that's financial. I respect the gold-digger relationship. It's clear cut what the expectations are. I think what annoys me is the continuous evolution of women while men continue to be cave dwellers.

I think I was just annoyed with all the posted solutions for 'why didn't he...' problems. There just didn't seem to be that many when I searched 'why didn't she..' So it seems the dynamic is still weighted in the men's favor.

Fine. 

I can't change that. 

I was feeling so limited by all the things I can't change. Sometimes it does just make me hibernate on my couch and lock out the world. But sometimes it doesn't. 

There may be thousands of articles on what women need to do to "keep a man," but at the end of the day, they're the ones still chasing us. Men need women more than women need men. They've made us this way. They've proven unreliable, untrustworthy, and unpredictable. So we've adapted to live lives without them.

That's the premise.

The relationship is optional. It always has been from my perspective.

But for whatever reason, Mean Brain was trying to convince me that this is the thing I needed to have in order to have purpose and direction for my next x-y years, post-FI. 

I really don't know how I got sucked into that.

I think with FI looming, I felt I had to make all these decisions immediately...or else.

Anyway, there's way too much rambling to come to continue on how I got here. Lately, it seems like every PF blog I read seems to be talking about sunk cost fallacy...but as it pertains to different types of relationships. And basically, the message is GET OUT! 

One blogger (Millennial Mayday) I was reading just blurted out that she doesn't like hanging out. I was like, yes! me too. It's something I'm actually proud of and don't really hide that much. I remember very clearly that day in professional school where I left a dinner and announced I had to head home to watch a Lifetime movie. No one really batted an eye. This was a social group not necessarily life-long friends with close bonds. 

I digress. The point is, this morning I started to reframe relationships in terms of FI or FIRE.

If a (romantic) relationship is work (i.e. a job), then what does it look like when you FI. At least for me.

What's my safety net?

What's my objective?

What's my work-life balance?

There are at least 5 pages of notes in my journal that I hesitate to re-copy here.

I'm still in the beginning of stages of reframing romantic relationships like this, but here's a smattering of what I got so far.

I think I realized what I'm looking for in my next "job" (i.e. relationship) is attention and affection.

I think when I realized the Texter just wasn't providing me that, it was kind of like okay. *shrug emoji*

I mean it hurt my feelings that he didn't think I was desirable, but I don't think it needs to be this life ending rejection. It doesn't need to be anything more than your favorite ice-cream parlor is out of your favorite ice-cream flavor today. *shrug emoji*. Yes, you traveled all this way. But okay. 

So it's a little bit of cutting your losses instead of getting sucked into sunk cost fallacy.

Now mind you, I still have to do guardrails like delete my Voice number so I'm not tempted to fall into bad habits like texting him or calling him out. Or feeling daily rejection when he continues not to text me. But still, I'm not spending a 2nd or 3rd day feeling mopey and questioning ALL my life choices. For me THAT's HUGE progress!

But yeah, I was putting a lot of effort in and I wasn't getting any attention. That sucks. 

I don't know what the PG-version of FU Money is, but that's kind of the approach I'm taking to this next "job."

I don't need it. 

The next question I asked myself is what's my safety net when job=relationship.

For a regular job, my safety net is 6-12 months of money to meet basic expenses should the job end unexpectedly or decidedly. (What's unsaid here is the primary purpose of a job for me is a source of income.)

I'm still deciding on what this looks like when job=relationship. But I think for me, my safety net is my relationship with myself. So I have to make sure I'm okay. And part of that is making sure I'm good with my finances. I'm in a place where 6-12 months from now, I'll be okay. I have goodish health. I'm mentally okay (i.e. work in progress). I can engage in some sort of community activity, if I needed to.  This used to be family support (and at one point female friendships), but with wish-washy people, I decided familial or friendships are an unreliable safety net. So for me, it'll be my relationship with myself (and God). So that's mild motivation to not be dumb with money or my health and safety. I need to be okay 6-12 months from now if this relationship-job ends. 

This actually solidifies for me, that I'm probably not moving for love. Nor am I selling my house unless the neighborhood seriously deteriorates. 

So my safety net is my ...independence?

Check! Or at least in progress. 


In my mind, relationships historically served a few purposes:

- Companionship (think Eve for Adam)

- Duty (populating the earth / legacy)

- Financial Security (women needed men for status and position; and had kids to help economically and because there wasn't birth control; feudalistic stuff)


FIRE gave me financial security and the earth is well-populated. So, I think for me, I'm looking for a relationship for Companionship. And that looks like attention and affection for me. 

So when a partner or potential partner doesn't meet that, since I'm "FI", I can say FU and move on. 

As far as the dating ritual, there are parts of the corporate world I want to take with me. At the end of the day, this is the culture I was raised in so it's framed my world view. I'm not that interested in dismantling it at this point (#almost40). 

- I like the idea of a screening process. On the dating apps, 2 phone calls and a video chat seems to work well. It's only happened once, but I like it. It was natural and it made sense. (That eliminates the pressure of meeting up with people right away and fast flames that flame out)

        - With the screening process, I have to concede that both parties have to be on their best behavior so I still need to be polite and upbeat and positive. As one blogger wrote, don't let all your crazy out. 

- Referrals. Almost all my jobs I got through a referral or else I matched the job description perfectly. So, ideally I wish I had a network of people that would refer potential new mates to me, but that may be far and few between. 

- I like the probation period of about 90 days. Most companies I have worked for don't actually do this, but I think some sort of probationary period where you feel each other out and maybe allow some grace before committing/becoming exclusive or taking things to the next level. For me the next level is intimacy - physical, emotional, personal. So sharing surface level stuff is okay, and being playful and just enjoying dating. If that goes well, then go for the deeper stuff. But no pressure to share the really important good stuff or really important heavy stuff. No exes or trauma or funerals. 

      --- And actually, now that I think about it, while in my professional career, I haven't had a probation period, a lot of big companies do use a lot of contract workers. Which to me is just like a long probationary period. So in my analogy, maybe that's what the dating app provides. It's like a contract agency until I can find a personal referral? I don't know...

- No startups. I've never wanted to work for a startup. I like established things. I like rules, structure, clearly defined roles. I'm not interested in helping someone restart their life. So no one that just got out of a bad situation. No one that's just starting a business. And if I'm honest, no one that's just starting dating (like me).  I realized the things I seek in jobs are well established businesses and departments. I don't mind being a cog in a wheel. I like health insurance, and regular paychecks, and paid time off. I'm perfectly fine working for the man and complaining with co-workers. 

- I'm not that entrepreneurial. I'm okay in a supporting role. I've never wanted to start a business ever. Yes, I get a little jealous when I hear people that cashed out on Game Stop or even crypto or real-estate of their genius business-solve. But I'm pretty risk-averse. I like reliable things. I like rules, I like structure. For example one of my recent matches, I liked his life and I could see myself fitting in it and helping him but in a complementary way, not an essential-worker way. 

  --- The caveat with this and no-startups is that makes me a little more interchangeable and dispensable. And actually in this approach to dating, I think that comes with the territory. All relationships like most modern jobs are at-will. I'm not joining any unions or signing any labor contracts. So I guess that takes cults and marriage off the table. I've already paid my dues. I don't need the pension that comes with a 30-year commitment. Being FI affords me that option. 

 - Each party can leave the relationship when it no longer serves them. So this means sometimes I might be laid off. Sometimes I might be fired for bad-behavior (luckily this hasn't happened to me). But layoffs are possible. Financial fluctuations are possible. Pandemics and workload changes happen. You might get a bad boss or bad actors or bad co-workers. Your boss may have other things going on and may switch who they are on you. A new co-worker might come and steal the spotlight. Your relationship with the job, co-workers, managers might change. I have to be open to that. In this analogy, I think I'm looking at the guy as the hiring manager, but I think they are the hiring manager, recruiter, and co-worker. And the relationship is the work and the workplace. Sometimes you can pivot successfully, sometimes not, sometimes you don't want to. And neither do they. 

- No Problematic men. The other thing I think I like about jobs is when I can problem solve and come up with creative solutions. I don't care to be the 'big boss,' but what I do miss about my old job is that I  was really good at it and I liked solving problems, being efficient, and coming up with new or better ways to do things. I think that's why I've been attracted to problematic men in the past. I confused my desire to solve problems with attraction. So I need to be a little aware of my personal pitfall. I don't mind helping someone make their life a little bit better, but I'm not looking for a project-man. I'm not interested in making anyone better for the next person. I don't think I need to make anyone complete either. 

It feels like what I'm describing is a transactional relationship. I guess that's what is at its core. But I honestly think that's most things. I just don't know the new marketable term yet. Just like how we rebranded selfishness as self-care and pettiness as accountability and boundaries.  From what I've seen, the modern relationship is transactional, except people aren't talking about it like that and not everyone is sure where they are in the transaction. 


That's the gist of the brain dump for now. I'm still refining what this looks like for my life, but that's the basics. I have to use a lot of FI principles in my approach to dating relationships. The key takeaway is that it's optional. I have to figure out what work-life balance looks like when the relationship is the job. What's my "dream job" situation. What does FI look like? What does early retirement look like when the relationship is the job?

I think the default for me is a 20-year horizon. I've always believed I can do anything for about 10 years. So I know I'll have at least 2 partners. So that takes the pressure off finding a "forever person." The paradigm of working for 30 years with the same company (partner) is antiquated and anachronistic as a FIRE follower. 

So I don't know what happens next. I need to refine my safety net for the relationship-job. I need to be more comfortable and accepting of the relationship with myself. I value that so much. I have to let go of Disney fantasy love just like I had to let go of a dream life and a "dream job." I have to let go of "forever."  I have to be more comfortable that the relationship-job is an at-will agreement on both parts. Nothing is guaranteed. Circumstances change. It's just one means to an end. My corporate job provides an income to meet my basic needs. That's what I need it for at its core. Being able to learn new things are its perks. Within the space of a corporate job there are perks like health insurance, cool co-workers, good work hours, etc. 

So my relationship-job is a means to provide attention and affection. And maybe the perks will be long-term commitment, cool friends and new experiences. 

I think most importantly, for now the relationship-job is more of a side hustle. It should be fun and supplement my relationship-job with myself. I think in the past there was the possibility (and maybe hope) that the relationship-job side hustle would be so lucrative in benefits that it would replace the relationship-job with myself and become my full-time job. But that just isn't my goal. 

For me, it's always going to be a side hustle. Like my co-worker who resells shoes as a fun side hustle. Or the millionaire who re-sells shoes as a fun side hustle. There's some hustle in it, but it's still fun! 

There are no plans or intentions or hope to term my relationship-side-hustle into my full-time job!

Down But Not Out

 I can't say it, but I'm crushed! I was sure based on past behavior that the Texter would at least respond within 24 hours. But Trusty Gut knew better. I went ahead and changed my Google Voice number to protect myself around 3p today. 

That was my instinct, but then Stupid Hope was like wait till 7p EST since that's when you sent the last text. Give him the full 24 hours. But I knew something was off. We'd been texting daily since Thursday of last week. This is the third time he's broken the text chain.

It just felt like 3 strikes and you're out. Except I don't know if the you, in this case, is me or him.

Either way, Trusty Gut was right. Dumb Hope, literally lets me down every time. So my instincts were right when I first unmatched him on the app. I knew I would drive myself mad trying to win his affection after he said he didn't want to pursue something long distance. But I'm cute and fun and funny. I can change his mind! I must be better than nothing. He's about to turn 39, maybe it'll be the perfect alignment of circumstances.

Nope. 

I checked all the 'why didn't he text me' posts and apparently I did everything wrong. I knew I should've asked more about his last text. Be interested. But I had this other plan I was following that seemed to be working. 

There were so many roads to take, and I guess I gambled and lost. But did I?

Anyway, I'm proud of myself for calling this 3 times over. I'm proud of spending that $10 to change my number and protect myself emotionally. The plan is of course to hold on until Friday a.m. to see if he sends anything at all. That will be 3 days (way past he's not that into you territory). Then I can delete the number so I won't see anything he might text and I won't be able to text him either. 

Ten dollars well spent.

I wanted to go out and get some snacks but feeling kind of under the weather the previous 2 days gave me pause. It was a little warmer out today so I don't feel quite as lethargic but I'm still going to take it easy. 

And I just realized we have Monday off. 

I'm just afraid that I can't bear a 3rd year with no human contact. I don't understand life. I hate that there's no reckoning. There's no destiny that rights star-crossed love. Love is this big thing that keeps us both connected and divided. It's so confusing. Is it real? Does it matter? How could we get it so wrong so often? 

I suppose there is a heavenly reckoning, but it's too late by then.

I'm scared of this year. I'm scared of the idleness. I don't want to be busy with work. I want to live out loud. I want to celebrate. I want to engage. I want to love and be loved. 

But mostly I'm just scared.

I thought this would be easier. I thought this would feel better.



The Sting of Hope and Other Emotional Drama

 We all know by now I go a little nuts when people don't respond to my text messages. I hate any break in pattern without explanation especially when I'm insecurely attached to someone. At this point, that's everyone.

I was so happy with Texter's last message that I got overly excited and texted 2 long texts. He didn't text back. So now I'm second guessing my messages. Should I have just ended with a short question instead? Or would this have happened anyway.

The sheer fact that I'm agonizing over something that's already a long shot; is supposed to be fun; and comes easier to blonde women makes me feel like I've reached the end of the rope with this dating thing.

I'll be 38 in 2 months. Before I moved into Death House, I'd already given up hope on this but those darn dating shows and romance movies re-ignite that tiny kindling every now and then. And you know, Christmas. 

Obviously when I'm triggered I recall all my life choices and expectations. This mornings ruminations include:

- Well now, I have to die.

- I should just change my name. Today!

- I should just leave my name as is. That's what I deserve.

- I'm deleting Hinge. 

- I should just stay on Hinge and let that Russian man make me his third wife. And live unhappily ever after.

- I should just quit everything and give up.

- Why does this keep happening?

- I should contact everyone else who hurt me. I'm already hurt, why not add salt to these open wounds?

- Why did I email those 2 old friends of mine yesterday anyway. It was only going to hurt me. Didn't I say not to contact old people and leave your old stuff in the past. (Followed by... but the year changing is just an arbitrary marker of time.)

- Ugh, can I FIRE already?

- Should I get a new job?

- Is my paycheck posted?

Luckily, I did get out of bed. I deleted anything having to do with the Texter. Actually there are a few more images left. I have to disentangle myself from this web of online dating.

The new arbitrary deadline is sometime soon with penciled in plans to delete the app exactly 1 week from this miserable feeling.

Given past history, there's a 50% chance he'll text me today by 7p EST. 

My plan is whether it's today or Thursday, I'll send him one FINAL text on Friday to the effect of:

Come visit me in NC.

It's what I wanted to get to anyway, and this slow molasses courtship is not working out for me. It's too anxiety inducing and the results are like raisins. Because who likes raisins. 

First Temperance goal - fail.

No more waking up in the cold morning to check my phone. No more agonizing over internet articles and questions to craft the perfect text. I was browsing yet another article on sunk cost fallacy yesterday in relationships. Two in fact. 

Yeah, this is that.

Man! It always sucks! It always feels like "what if...x,y,z." I think because you know if your "good words" worked before, then there seems like there should be a "good word" you could've said to avoid this predicament. And I feel like it's true.

How often do we like someone until they say that one ridiculous thing or do that one ridiculous thing. 

I just wanted a boyfriend. I wasn't even hoping for long term success. We already know the bar was already lowered to monogamous friend with benefit. But not in that way! I just wanted to break this stereotype that girls like me deserved and could be loved and rescued just like blonde girls. But alas, I was not powerful enough. 

What's funny is I had this same realization when I was a boy-crazed teenager and I wrote myself a little mantra - I deserve to be earned. Sorry, little me, all you got was 30 years of piss-poor treatment from the opposite sex while the blonde girls ride off into the sunset with each and every one of your crushes. 

C'est la vie.

Luckily our first paycheck of the year was posted! So I got lost in that for awhile. I checked everything and it appears my taxes, 401k and new benefits were deducted appropriately. Yay!

Maybe for Jan and Feb, I'll make Wednesday a take-out day. Wednesday because... well because today is Wednesday, and also the default can be that African food place that just opened. They have tasty Wednesday specials. Yep.

I need a little more to get through this cold dark winter. Except, I don't feel like leaving the house.

Yesterday was a bit of a blah day. Today feels no different. 

Next week I think I have to do real work. 

I don't want anymore emotional drama in 2022. 2021 (and 2020) had enough for a decade.

I guess I can try to stick with the frame of mind that Hinge is just for meeting new people. Not for dating. Just to pass the time. So maybe I don't have to try so hard to be interesting.

So even if I don't delete it right away, I can just be my awful self instead of having to be Carefree Katie in a MERJ disguise. Yes, this. Eventually, the conversations die away anyway. So use past behavior to inform expectations instead of hoping for something different.

Data, my faithful friend.

Oh, in other news. A job alert passed through my inbox. It's internal and it kind of piqued my interest. It's vendor management and contracts. My mentor brought up something similar as a possible development opportunity. It piqued my interest then too. Not sure what this means.

While I don't like actually like engaging with the vendor for day to day operations, I liked some of the admin stuff like looking over contracts and analyzing resourcing needs. 

On Hinge, Temperance, A Credit Card Bonus

 So my triggered feelings are starting to subside. I think the more I'm aware of this ebb and flow, the easier (eventually), it'll be to believe that whatever I'm feeling in this instant won't last forever. I do know that's decades away, though. Discouraging. 

Small bites.

My immediate goals are focused on Jan and Feb. That's just a natural mile marker because that's where my next financial pivot takes place.

Financially, I'm sending 50% of my paycheck to my pre-tax 401k for the first 2 months of the year. Once that's done, I hope to start hoarding cash to save about $30k in preparation for FIRE. That'll be 1 of 2 years of RE money. Year 1 is my CDs.  Then one change I'm making is to start including monthly installments of my annual expenses in my monthly transfers to my Bill Pay account. It's what I was defacto doing when I first started budgeting but stopped last year to aggressively save. But being so cash poor in December reminded me that this is a good idea. 

I still don't know what the student loan situation is going to be so I may not quite be able to set it and forget in March, but we shall see. I also have a tiny wrinkle in that I'm frontloading my utilities by 4 months to reach a Credit Card Spend to get the bonus. So there may be extra cash in that Bill Pay account because of that. I think that'll be okay. I have to remember that I recalibrate quarterly for scenarios such as these. So the easiest thing to do will be to carryon with the monthly transfers as though I am paying that utility bill monthly and just recalibrate. It's a little bit of a cash drag, but that's okay.  Set-it-and forget it is best for me.  I was thinking about paying that credit card spend off monthly to mimic the monthly utility bill, but if I can source the cash, I'd rather just do a lump sum and be done with it. Luckily with my budget app, I can recategorize the expense so that takes care of the tracking. 


Professionally, some work anxiety has returned. I think my deliverable needs to be worked on but I'm avoiding looking at it for a little while longer. I fear all of a sudden, we're going to go from zero to 60. But I hope to start getting serious about it next week. I'm taking this last week to mentally get ready. The amount of stress I feel just thinking about work is a bit alarming considering I just got back from holiday! So this week will be taking it easy and then get ready to get in the full swing of things next week. 


Personally, I can't make up my mind about Hinge. Obviously putting these arbitrary time limits on my time on the app isn't working. So, I'm hoping to naturally or organically lose interest. Mean Brain is still trying to convince me that the last guy I went on 2 virtual dates with is my long lost love. I realized I tend to gravitate towards people who have a life I can more easily insert myself into. Even though my mouth says I want to "build a life" with someone, I think that's just lip service. I feel myself wanting to be a supporting character. I don't know if it's protective or if it's what I really want. It just seems easier to slip into someone's life than to have to start all over. I always said I'd rather be vice-president than president. You get all the perks without the pressure. I think that's why I gravitate toward older men. I want someone who is already established and maybe looking for a sidekick...erm... partner. Haha. 

I think realistically, I'd like to be able to contribute to the household within my budget but keep finances separate. So it'll help if they have more money. I think my fear of being mistreated trumps a desire for reckless romance every time. I want to feel free to leave at any time and not be too tangled with someone. That freedom I'd like to think would allow me to love more wholly but on the other side a higher level of dependency I think fosters intimacy and closeness. Is it possible to love independently? I think from a single's perspective when your partners seems interchangeable, it's more likely that's what happens when an alternative presents itself. I think a lot of people feel confident that their partners wouldn't cheat on them. I think most partners probably don't go looking, and that's probably the best you can hope for. But I do think, for most people when the opportunity presents itself in a very accessible way, the decision is less clear. 

So all I'm saying is it's hard to know what to hope and pray for. 

But although I'm not admitting it publicly to people I know, I'm still on the app and I'm still texting with one boy. I feel solidly in the friendzone and he's someone I would have to "build a life with" which honestly sounds like the relationship-work I'm trying to avoid. 

Aha! So I think what logical brain is afraid to say is that given my history...dating history, world circumstance... as much as I hope for a love worth living for, I think the most likely outcome for me is a romantic friendship. That's a mature way of saying a monogamous friend with benefits. I don't see love in my future, if I'm speaking freely. But it's not because I don't want it or because I don't think I deserve it. And that's okay. 

That's at least the lie I'm telling myself to keep me texting this guy that doesn't carry a torch for me. It's attention, however small. And it's neutral attention which is better than negative attention. Progress!

I think once I can relax and not feel like it'll be the end of the world when we stop texting, I'll be able to enjoy it more. I just need that secure attachment, but I'm not sure it'll come. Especially when you exchange just ONE text a day. Ugh!

This, my friend, is a real test of temperance for the single girl!

I'm also using the random conversations on Hinge as background noise for now. It'll also help when this texting relationship ends. I'll need a little bit of an ego safety net.


Lastly, I got my first bank bonus of the year! It happened so fast, I almost didn't realize what was happening. I charged the spend on Jan 1 and paid it off a few days later. And it looks like on the 7th I got the $300 bonus! Technically, it's only about $266 because I had to spend $34 to use a credit card to pay my HOA fee. Isn't that wild! But yay! That felt nice. One down, two to go!

Rejected...Again

 After 3 plus months on Hinge, I think I can officially be done.. for the millionth time. The implicit rejection stings every single second. Right now my only viable prospect is a twice married man nearing 60 who while he has a PhD sells cannabis. 

Yeah. Just writing that is making my eye twitch worse. To add insult to injury, my Catfish account got banned. So the actual fun part of being a #carefreewhitegirl on a dating app has been taken away from me. That was actually more confidence boosting than one might think because I could be fun and funny without my skin color getting in my way. That sucks...for me.

So all in all... my experience dating in my late 30s was mostly traumatic and an exercise in futility. I hang on to any little bit of attention that once it's gone, Mean Brain convinces me that I was actually in love with them and now that they're gone, I'll never fall in love.

I mean the latter is true. I will never fall in love and no one will love me the way I desire to be loved. The mere fact that I'm almost 40 is proof of that. I wanted to have been loved by now. 

So naturally I'm pining for that weirdo because I'm sure he blocked me. I'm wading in a 1-text a day pool with the only other person that asked me out in Seattle. And lastly, there's the drug dealer (excuse me: cannabis retailer) that I'll probably have a third "date" with virtually this week.

That tracks. 

My matches have slowed and I think I only got 1 or 0 today. So I don't know if I'm being shadow banned or just not blonde enough. Yes, I learned shadow-ban this weekend. 

I don't remember when I planned to get off the app this time around. It will serve me right to get banned because obviously I can't control myself. But I said no open chats before deleting. Luckily, it's just the cannabis retailer. What should I nickname him? Can-Can? Haha. 

Wow. Is this really how this story ends? I wish I had never joined. Nothing good came of it. I already knew the way this story ends. Chase no more dreams. I was lucky enough to pursue and nearly achieve FIRE. That will have to be enough.

Honestly, the Hinge ban made me even more nervous of my web footprint. What else do people know about me that I wish they didn't? 

A Bronzed Life

 I'm turning into a giddy girl for some reason. I was looking at lip gloss and new hairstyles yesterday. Magically, I had like 9 matches yesterday! I don't know how Hinge works anymore. I did look up some of the algorithm and the math nerd in me was fascinated. I think it's the same match algorithm they use in residency match for health professions. 

The idea of looking at is as "stable matches" where no one is matched with someone that is more preferred by someone else helps calm my second place feelings.

I read once that the silver medal sometimes feels more like a loss than a bronze medal. The idea is that you only see one person ahead of you. Whereas with bronze you beat out everyone else! 

So instead of dramatically thinking of my life as this second place consolation prize. Maybe it'll help to think of it as a bronzed life. 

It doesn't have the shimmer of gold or the sting of silver. But I beat out a lot of people to get to where I am. I could have been stuck in poverty. I could've been left hungry. I could've died. I could've been stuck homeless or beaten or abused. So many bad things could've happened. One of my relative's in-laws quit law school because of the discrimination. That happened to me with all my degrees. I could've quit and said what's the point. There's just so many left turns that could have been the end of my road but instead I just got turned around a lot. My journey was delayed. I ran out of gas. I took some pit stops.

But my journey inevitably continued for as much as was in my control and influence. 

And financial independence is my bronze metal. 

It's not the dream house or dream job or dream location or dream partner and kids and life. But it's the one I have. No one will look at it with awe or wish for it, but that's okay. 

In this moment, I think I am going to go ahead with the name change. Yesterday I was briefly reminded why I did it. Part of it was brokered on a promise of a better life (which didn't materialize as I envisioned), but part of it was to take a stand against an oppressive history. So I'll bronze that part of it. 

I got a work email that made me a bit anxious and snapped me back into the reality of working. So while I was feeling good and toyed with the idea of staying in the workplace longer (which is easy to do when you're enjoying paid-time-off), this email was a gentle reminder that my workdays are numbered and that unsettling feeling keeps me motivated.

So while I may not immediately RE, I know why I labored so hard to get here.

And although Happy Brain thinks I could make it to 60 in RE, I know that's largely wishful thinking.

The one thing I wish I could figure out was how to make my overseas relatives my beneficiaries. That would make me happy. They never got a chance to chase the American Dream. If I could leave them the fruits of my labor then it won't be for nothing. 

Catfish Kate is at it again!

 Obviously the middle of the night is when I have my best-worst ideas! This night was no different. After awaking in the middle of the night to check if Dapple aka Last Hope had texted me, I was not surprised to find the answer is No. Remember he was more than willing to pursue Catfish Kate even offering to call her twice. Not so with me.

No surprises there. I also checked my new profile and discovered no notifications. Womp, womp. Logical Brain knows it's because I'm not the current standard of beauty. But Wishful Brain is like maybe it's because you're too smart, obviously too pretty, too far away. Who wants to start something long distance. Dapple explicitly said he didn't, although it was looking like he was going to with Catfish Kate.

Well wanting to leave no doubt, I created a new profile. While I was tempted to use the old photos even I was weary of getting caught doing that. I mean what are the consequences really. So I downloaded some more vague photos at 3a and created a new Kate profile. I was going to change her name, but what's the fun in that.

And instead of making up all new stuff I input all the variables from my profile that was causing me doubt to include my fancy school and my out of town status. Wouldn't you know within MINUTES of creating the profile, I had 3 matches. And this was about 5a EST, so about 2a PST.

What does MERJ have- goose eggs.

So it's not the distance. It's not my fancy school, or weird job. 

It's just me. 

I know if I ever seriously pursue online dating again, I will always use a catfish profile to calibrate expectations.

Eventhough I know the answer to my dating woes I still lurk on Reddit from time to time. One poster said it best as to why they were resigning from online dating - my profile is not attractive enough for online dating. I think that's a very diplomatic way of stating it.

I know I'm amazing, but I'm not a good fit for this mode of dating. The data is in. The numbers never lie! It gives me a little bit of hope that long distance isn't this big scary thing that no one wants to do. They just don't want to do it with me. It almost makes me want it more. I don't have to be the easy girl unless I reach that level of desperation (again). 

I don't know if I'll delete my profile tonight or wait till Monday. Part of me is thinking of texting Dapple. I know, I know. In my Wishful Brain, I say something like let's try for 90 days and then make a decision if we want to date or part ways. I think I've been watching too much TV or working too many corporate jobs. 

Part of me is curious who will even bite. I did change my name back to a placeholder name though (by way of some protection for little MERJ). Oh well. 

In real life, I got an email to volunteer with Science Olympiad this year! One will be virtual and the other will be in person (but hopefully outdoors). I went ahead and signed up without a second look!

In signing up I was offered some vouchers for Hello Fresh. I could get a week of meals for $40. I was so close to doing it... but I don't know. It's not the price as much as... I technically have food here that I don't want to make, so will new food I don't want to make make a difference? I am trying to say Yes more to spending. We shall see.


I Spent $14 on Pizza and a Hinge Update

  I was doing so well, but I knew Thursday morning was the mental deadline I gave myself for the last hope to respond. Otherwise, we would have gently slipped into 'he's not that into you' territory. Womp, womp.

I thought I could weather it since I'd been so resistant of going through the rigmarole of signing up yet again for Hinge. 

But wouldn't you know. I am back on it. It was a lot of finagling because I put a lot of roadblocks in my way. I was debating between using new or old pictures; pictures I've used before on the apps; what name to use; what city to be in; what should my job be; how much of "real me" to be vs "marketable me." Somehow I ended up with a mix of Carefree Kate and MERJ.

I'm in Seattle with a fake name and some low effort prompts. I used a job title closer to what Carefree Kate had; I used one of her picture ideas. This time I'm more upfront about where I live. I used new pictures because meh, what else am I doing with those pictures. This made me a little wary because I wanted a control burn of what pictures I wanted on the internet. But part of the appeal of a new profile was to add new stuff.

The petty part of me wanted to copy some of Carefree Kate's prompts verbatim as a "gotcha" to the 2 guys I catfished. But alas, I am not that bold. Not that they would even notice!

We all know it wasn't the prompts that got Katie all the attention. She could have written that she liked to eat mice and I think it would've been just as appealing. #anywhitewilldo

I blame it on the TV show I stumbled upon this afternoon. This afternoon's gem was called Addicted to Marriage and what a treat it has been! These women have had multiple "marriages" and haven't given up on love. I use marriage in quotations because honestly these days what's the difference between marriage and relationship. 

Safeguards for myself - I only added the app on the iPad. I'm keeping the iPad in my office. I'm still vacillating on keeping notifications silenced until 7p. But I think the downfall for that is waiting until 7p to check to find nothing. So since my volume is so low, I'm just turning it on for now. 

There's really no reason for me to be on the iPad these days for work so the iPad can just stay in the office. Plus, I've been dropping it a lot and the screen has a row of micro-scratches on it. So I'm just keeping it stored up here. If I happen to hear a ping or feel the need to check it for some reason, it's there.

This feels like sending your apps out to online recruiters or waiting like a sitting duck on LinkedIn. I know how this story ends so I don't see myself being on this long. Luckily, it's easy to delete. 

We'll shoot for 7 days. If God can create the world in 7 days, surely I can find someone to chat with in 7 days. And this time, I'll leave no open chats so I'll know once and for all that I explored all leads. 

But all in all, my afternoon was great. I had a great binge watch and we all know marketing works for me. Papa John's sent me a marketing email to try their new NY style pizza. Done! 

I should have spent the $9

 Grrr. Another silly thing I didn't do because of money. Must have been last year, my mail forwarding stopped. USPS said they would do it for another year for $9.  Even though I've been a victim of identity theft via mail, I was like meh, I think everything has been updated.

This time I was good about changing my mailing address on all my current accounts.

Well, I just got an email that my student loan servicer has changed and that I should be getting notified if I haven't already.

Well, well, well. It seems it's a "new" servicer for my Federal Loans but it's one I had in undergrad that still had all my old information. Luckily it was my most recent former address.

It's certainly possible they may have sent me mail to that old address instead of just email, but we'll never know. I already anticipate a bit of weariness because I've tried to update my contact information and even though it shows saved, it keeps reverting back to my old address.

Womp, womp. 

Maybe it's a system glitch. We'll see where new correspondence goes. I don't even know if I can still get mail forwarded if I do pay the fee but I put a reminder on my calendar to check at the end of the month if my latest forwarding address request does not work. 

That's all for now.

So I guess winter headaches are my new ailments. It gets so cold and dry that I'm apparently not drinking enough water (I presume), and I wake up with headaches.

And here I thought winter was turning the corner after last week's heatwave but it's just another wacky winter here in the South. Is this climate change? It is incredibly more difficult to get out of bed in the morning when it's cold and dry and dark than summer light and heat. So here we are. 

I do think I can tell that it is getting lighter out earlier so that's a good thing. Take heart, Brain, just let Christmas excitement get you through the winter blues and the new year will bring new light.

I didn't want to mention it, but I don't want to keep it in my brain anymore. I thought getting back on Hinge with a new profile would help me get through this mild rejection I feel because Dapple hasn't/didn't text me this week. (After how much attention he showered on Carefree Kate, I didn't expect much.) But somehow I can't seem to want to put myself through that rigmarole again. I tried it. I gave it more than 100 days and several cities. No one chose me as the loves of their life. 

Carefree Kate, while a sideways confidence boost, just keeps me off the apps. If the experience can be that great for someone else, why would I want the experience I had. It's like the AT&T commercial where 1 customer gets the small lollipop and the other customer gets the big lollipop. I want the big lollipop!