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floatingleafOMG where do I start. I feel like my brain is exploding with stuff I need to say, but I just don't have the time and/or energy to put those thoughts into any semblance of order, and it's frustrating beyond belief. Also, stupid mundane problems keep getting in the way. *sigh*
1) The weather has been positively insane for the past two weeks or so. It's gone from around 10C/50F to 35C/95F nearly overnight... and then back to 10C/50F again within a few days - just as abruptly, with no warning. It has become virtually impossible to figure out what to wear in order to feel comfortable. Plus, my allergies have hit me with a vengeance. The few really hot days were the worst - I had a disgusting sinus pressure headache, couldn't breathe through all the mucus and was barely able to resist the urge to scratch my eyes out.:/ (and I was taking allergy pills, mind you) Now, after stopping at the pharmacy on my way back from work the other day and getting some stronger stuff, I am a little better. Or maybe it's just because the weather changed again. We'll see what happens when the heat comes back...
2) The boss is planning to hire a new part-time work-at-home person, who will be trained and supervised mostly by yours truly. Since Mike quit, there's only me & Ana dealing with the international section of the database, and we both do other stuff as well - so we need someone to help out with the more routine aspects of the work. On one hand, I am glad that we will be getting help - but on the other, the prospect of being responsible for monitoring someone else's work makes me a little nervous. I know I have the competence to do it - I just don't feel comfortable ordering people around and flaunting my "expertise", lol. I'd rather just sit quietly in the corner and do my own stuff without having to worry about anyone else, thank you very much. *sigh*
3) I received notice of a parking violation from May 20th. Not my violation, obviously, since I sold the car on April 25th. However, I don't have any proof that I did so, and it would appear that technically, according to the City of Chicago, I am still the registered owner of the vehicle (since I am the one who got the notice). In order to contest the ticket, I would have to somehow prove to them that it wasn't me who committed the violation. I emailed the guy who bought the car, asking him to send me a copy of the title - but I have a feeling he isn't going to respond. I should probably call him, but I feel like such an idiot for not making a copy of the title BEFORE I handed it over to him in the first place, that I have almost come to the conclusion I'd rather pay this damned ticket than have to deal with the possibility of him responding rudely or laughing in my face. Maybe I deserve to pay for my stupidity, after all.:/ And fifty bucks is not a fortune. But what if this happens again?... What if he never gets back to me, and never registers the car in his name?... How do I convince the City of Chicago that I no longer own this vehicle?... Helpful advice, anyone?...
4) I watched another great film last weekend - The Man of My Life (French, directed by Zabou Breitman). A very subtle and poetic tale of a (seemingly) straight guy falling for another man. Or of the sometimes fluid line between friendship and love, if you prefer. Beautifully shot, psychologically deep, rich with symbolism, tenderness, empathy and gentle humor. A quiet, unobtrusive masterpiece, where every little detail has a meaning. The kind of film that leaves you with a vague sense of nostalgia for something you can't name...
5) My "quest for (sexual) identity" goes on. Apparently, as I just discovered a few hours ago, in addition to asexuality there is also a thing called "demisexuality", defined as being attracted ONLY to people with whom you share a deep emotional connection. As in, falling in love with someone FIRST, and ONLY THEN wanting to sleep with them. Not to be confused with refraining from casual sex for any sort of religious/cultural reasons. The term "demisexuality" refers to people who have NO DESIRE for sex unless - and until - they love someone. And that, dear friends and casual readers, is me RIGHT THERE. Not that I needed a label to know this... but it sort of explains everything that happened (or didn't happen) in my life ever since I was a teenager. Even in my most "hormonal" phase (late teens/early twenties) I never had an erotic fantasy about anyone unless I got infatuated with them first.;) I needed to either really know the person (hence my frequent crushes on "best friends"), or to imagine that I did (crushes on celebrities, fictional characters etc.). Of course - like almost everyone, I suppose - I enjoyed looking at attractive people; but it simply wouldn't OCCUR to me to do more than look unless I knew - or thought I knew - they were someone I could fall in love with. This had nothing to do with prudishness or negative perception of "loose morals" in a predominantly Catholic culture where I grew up; this was just how I was wired, and it has remained so to this day. I have had casual sex when I considered myself an active member of the lesbian community, because it seemed that everyone around was having it (or at least everyone who was single at the time, like I was), and it almost felt like something you "should" do - but I gave up on that pretty quickly, because it was just pathetically pointless for me. Of course, I could close my eyes and imagine the person touching me was someone else - but why would I do this to said person, when I can do the same thing all by myself in the shower?... I could develop a sort of "mild" attraction towards someone I felt attached to, like a close friend or a long-term partner I got involved with because I thought I would never meet anyone else who would want to be with me (yeah, I know; youth, cluelessness and self-esteem issues, okay?...) - but real passion?... that happened only as a result of of deep mental/emotional engagement, not the other way around. I other words, for me sexual attraction starts in the brain - and very often stays there, lol. Which is why I don't really have a physical "type" I am attracted to - all I can say is that anyone I fall in love with will be "my type" when that happens.:P I do have a "mental type", though, and s/he is smart, thoughtful, confident, compassionate, generous, incurably romantic and LOVES to talk. (That sounded like Viggo, no?... I thought so, too.:D) But it takes TIME for me to process all the information that allows me to determine whether you could be my "mental type" - and during that time I can't honestly answer the question whether I am attracted to you or not. Because I DON'T KNOW YET. Which is probably something that to most people sounds absurd (I have tried to explain before, and seemed to be having a hard time getting my point across). Well... this is how things work for me, folks. Take it or leave it. And now it's WAAAY past time for me to go to bed, Friday or not.:/
1) The weather has been positively insane for the past two weeks or so. It's gone from around 10C/50F to 35C/95F nearly overnight... and then back to 10C/50F again within a few days - just as abruptly, with no warning. It has become virtually impossible to figure out what to wear in order to feel comfortable. Plus, my allergies have hit me with a vengeance. The few really hot days were the worst - I had a disgusting sinus pressure headache, couldn't breathe through all the mucus and was barely able to resist the urge to scratch my eyes out.:/ (and I was taking allergy pills, mind you) Now, after stopping at the pharmacy on my way back from work the other day and getting some stronger stuff, I am a little better. Or maybe it's just because the weather changed again. We'll see what happens when the heat comes back...
2) The boss is planning to hire a new part-time work-at-home person, who will be trained and supervised mostly by yours truly. Since Mike quit, there's only me & Ana dealing with the international section of the database, and we both do other stuff as well - so we need someone to help out with the more routine aspects of the work. On one hand, I am glad that we will be getting help - but on the other, the prospect of being responsible for monitoring someone else's work makes me a little nervous. I know I have the competence to do it - I just don't feel comfortable ordering people around and flaunting my "expertise", lol. I'd rather just sit quietly in the corner and do my own stuff without having to worry about anyone else, thank you very much. *sigh*
3) I received notice of a parking violation from May 20th. Not my violation, obviously, since I sold the car on April 25th. However, I don't have any proof that I did so, and it would appear that technically, according to the City of Chicago, I am still the registered owner of the vehicle (since I am the one who got the notice). In order to contest the ticket, I would have to somehow prove to them that it wasn't me who committed the violation. I emailed the guy who bought the car, asking him to send me a copy of the title - but I have a feeling he isn't going to respond. I should probably call him, but I feel like such an idiot for not making a copy of the title BEFORE I handed it over to him in the first place, that I have almost come to the conclusion I'd rather pay this damned ticket than have to deal with the possibility of him responding rudely or laughing in my face. Maybe I deserve to pay for my stupidity, after all.:/ And fifty bucks is not a fortune. But what if this happens again?... What if he never gets back to me, and never registers the car in his name?... How do I convince the City of Chicago that I no longer own this vehicle?... Helpful advice, anyone?...
4) I watched another great film last weekend - The Man of My Life (French, directed by Zabou Breitman). A very subtle and poetic tale of a (seemingly) straight guy falling for another man. Or of the sometimes fluid line between friendship and love, if you prefer. Beautifully shot, psychologically deep, rich with symbolism, tenderness, empathy and gentle humor. A quiet, unobtrusive masterpiece, where every little detail has a meaning. The kind of film that leaves you with a vague sense of nostalgia for something you can't name...
5) My "quest for (sexual) identity" goes on. Apparently, as I just discovered a few hours ago, in addition to asexuality there is also a thing called "demisexuality", defined as being attracted ONLY to people with whom you share a deep emotional connection. As in, falling in love with someone FIRST, and ONLY THEN wanting to sleep with them. Not to be confused with refraining from casual sex for any sort of religious/cultural reasons. The term "demisexuality" refers to people who have NO DESIRE for sex unless - and until - they love someone. And that, dear friends and casual readers, is me RIGHT THERE. Not that I needed a label to know this... but it sort of explains everything that happened (or didn't happen) in my life ever since I was a teenager. Even in my most "hormonal" phase (late teens/early twenties) I never had an erotic fantasy about anyone unless I got infatuated with them first.;) I needed to either really know the person (hence my frequent crushes on "best friends"), or to imagine that I did (crushes on celebrities, fictional characters etc.). Of course - like almost everyone, I suppose - I enjoyed looking at attractive people; but it simply wouldn't OCCUR to me to do more than look unless I knew - or thought I knew - they were someone I could fall in love with. This had nothing to do with prudishness or negative perception of "loose morals" in a predominantly Catholic culture where I grew up; this was just how I was wired, and it has remained so to this day. I have had casual sex when I considered myself an active member of the lesbian community, because it seemed that everyone around was having it (or at least everyone who was single at the time, like I was), and it almost felt like something you "should" do - but I gave up on that pretty quickly, because it was just pathetically pointless for me. Of course, I could close my eyes and imagine the person touching me was someone else - but why would I do this to said person, when I can do the same thing all by myself in the shower?... I could develop a sort of "mild" attraction towards someone I felt attached to, like a close friend or a long-term partner I got involved with because I thought I would never meet anyone else who would want to be with me (yeah, I know; youth, cluelessness and self-esteem issues, okay?...) - but real passion?... that happened only as a result of of deep mental/emotional engagement, not the other way around. I other words, for me sexual attraction starts in the brain - and very often stays there, lol. Which is why I don't really have a physical "type" I am attracted to - all I can say is that anyone I fall in love with will be "my type" when that happens.:P I do have a "mental type", though, and s/he is smart, thoughtful, confident, compassionate, generous, incurably romantic and LOVES to talk. (That sounded like Viggo, no?... I thought so, too.:D) But it takes TIME for me to process all the information that allows me to determine whether you could be my "mental type" - and during that time I can't honestly answer the question whether I am attracted to you or not. Because I DON'T KNOW YET. Which is probably something that to most people sounds absurd (I have tried to explain before, and seemed to be having a hard time getting my point across). Well... this is how things work for me, folks. Take it or leave it. And now it's WAAAY past time for me to go to bed, Friday or not.:/
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Date: 2011-06-11 09:59 am (UTC)You should not pay the ticket because it can become and admission of still having responsibility for the vehicle. If the person who bought your vehicle causes a serious auto accident, like hit-and-run, you don't want to be held responsible as you were driving the car.
I had a similar situation. Some people are irresponsible after they buy a car, don't want to pay the sales tax or title transfer fees, and don't care about doing the right thing legally. In my state, there is a form one can fill out with the new buyer's name and address. It would be helpful if you have that data. I would call your state motor vehicle division and explain the problem and ask for help.
Good luck!
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Date: 2011-06-13 01:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-14 07:00 am (UTC)