Did you ever see the"Seinfeld" episode about toilet paper? You know, when Elaine goes into the bathroom stall and there isn't any paper, so she asks the woman next to her for some TP. "Can you spare a square?
Oh my God. Every time I buy TP, I think to myself how much I hate buying it!
Watch "The Stall - I Don't Have a Square to Spare" on YouTube
Okay, I had to have a conversation with my roommate. She wanted to split the cost of toilet paper. Normally this would be fine, I suppose, except for one problem - In my opinion, my roomie uses a disproportionate amount of toilet paper.
At first, I thought she used it for makeup, cleaning her face, etc. So when she brought up the subject again, I had to say something.
I explained that first of all, I hate spending money on toilet paper, and thus use as little as possible. Then I said I'd noticed the waste basket fills up quickly, and blaaahh blaaahh blaaahh....
Come to find out, it's worse that I'd imagined. My roommate goes to the bathroom, wipes, and throws the used TP in the trash! OMG, GROSS!!!
Oh, and did I mention she also puts her dog's used puppy pads in there too?
Needless to say, I'll never touch that trash can. Ever. Ever.
Well my friends, I'm trying to get back to blogging. It's difficult without a computer. I'm using Blogger for Android, on my teeny, tiny phone screen. Formatting is difficult, and my eyes become crossed much easier than if I were working on a computer. (Getting old is fun, isn't it?)
But, truth be told, I must write. My transition upon returning to San Diego was - well, still us - in progress.After a few short-term jobs, I found one that I like, and may turn out to be really great for me.
During the search for the job, I had to find a place for me and Coco to live. I ended up taking a place that was really out of my price range, so the last two months have been stress-filled. (More about My Quirky Roommate in a future post.)
But last week, I turned a corner. I was enjoying the new job, and I found a new place - with more amenities, since it's a house - at $200 less rent per month! Coco will have another Chihuahua to hang out with, and my new roomies are super cool.
But wait, cuz it gets better. When I mentioned my plan to pick up a portable garment rack to help with the lack of closet space, my roomie offered up a wardrobe that is sitting in the garage, unused. And a generous friend is giving me a spare television, which happened to be fairly new, and very nice.
Crazy, no? No. I believe that the turning point was getting the job. Once that happened, I kind of breathed a sigh of relief, and I suddenly remembered that I deserve good things, and have good people all around me who sincerely want to see me get back on track.
To all of those people, and you know who you are, I give my thanks every day.
And so it goes. I am continuing to adjust to single life. But it's a process.
Some of my friends are the "come out and party with us" types. Thank God they were around on New Year's Eve, or I would have been alone. How sad would that have been?
Some of my friends are the controlling type. "You need to do this." "You don't need to do that." I know they mean well, but I'm going to do what is best for me.
They may know me well, but only I know my whole story. Only I know what I truly need.
I need friends who love me and don't judge me. Friends who know that I need nurturing. Friends who not only listen, but hear what I am saying.
I need to learn to take down the wall between me and those few people in my life with which I can achieve true intimacy.
But in order to do that, I need to get reacquainted with myself. I need to learn what I need and what I want.
I need to find what I am passionate about, explore it, and feed it. I need to let my heart heal.
And of that means surrounding myself with friends sometimes, that's okay. If I'm doing something or spending time with someone, in large, to feed my ego, right now I'm just fine with that.
I'm rebuilding my self esteem. I'm making Gina a better person. Because honestly, for the last six months or so, I did not like who she had become.
Bit by bit, the old me is coming back.
So you'd better look out.
