Have fun storming the castle

In the midst of so much lately, I've come to realize a few things rather plainly and, just for fun, there have been a few items thrown in the mix just for good measure apparently. Or to make me want to rip out my hair and shake fistfuls up at the gods in an angry show of emotion. You pick.

• The coworker that left without notice a few minutes after she came to work the other day... found out she left because of a phone call threatening her safety. She feels it's because she spoke out about a certain clique. Nice. Apparently this has happened before.
• A person that I had some feelings for before I moved has been addressing me as 'dear' on a much more regular basis. Lovely, but the timing sucks and nothing would happen there anyway. Just confusing. Besides, I think I'm too nasty of late to be anyone's dear.
• The job I turned down? They want to talk with me again.
• Strangely, just this evening I was talking with someone who held a similar position with the same school. I didn't tell her anything about my offer, so she spoke freely. Not so great in her opinion.
• I swear way too much. I don't care that I do.
• I'm embracing my peculiarities more and more. Can't say I love it all, but time provides comfort in that respect. I care less and less that I open my mouth and bizarre things come out or that my thought patterns are fairly unique. Today, I can accept that I'm a bit loopy.
• For as much as I blurt out, I am content maintaining privacy by letting people make incorrect assumptions about me and not correcting them. I am becoming more vague with answers when there is no need to be. Lying by omission?
• An incredible need to go out and have a few drinks and just be a bit crazy is plaguing me. Problem is that I'm afraid I won't know how to put on the brakes. Or maybe I'm just afraid that I won't want to put them on.
• I still get tongue-tied around the odd boy; who, consequently, will be off for another six days. Ugh.

There are other things that I don't feel like getting into now but that have been flashing through the spotlight in my mind making me take notice. I'm not trying to think of them but I think this lack of decent sleep gives me more time to let these thoughts float to my conscious mind via a detour of the unconsious . Or I could be delirious and reliving a blend of B movies edited by my psyche.

That would explain all the angry villagers with torches...