"Happy 2017, may you all be shooting first in the New Year!"
That's what I wrote to my guild, in Star Wars Galaxies. I got a "lol" out of it, too. Gyngie thought it was lame, but it sure beats her suggestion of, "Happy 2017, may you all explode your own personal death star in the new year!"
(mimes putting gun in mouth) *click*
She thought mine was bad, but hers was even worse. It's a good thing BaneAndy came in with the "lol" shortly after. I probably wouldn't have gotten any comments had I used Gyngie's line.
Well, 2016 is over. One of the.. well, worst and best years of my life, I guess.
Dad died, met Gina, lost Gina. Had mindblowing sex with Cassandra in the beginning of the year and learned about the love that a black woman is capable of giving her man.. hrrmph.. (loosens collar)
Biggest thing was dad, obviously. Worst thing was Gina, obviously.
Best thing was Gina, and the changes she inspired in me over the summer.
She.. hasn't written me back. I took steps yesterday to put her out of my life for good, by taking her paper flowers upstairs from their spot on my bar cabinet. I also got rid of the random picture slideshow widget on my phone, which was set to show daily photos of my ex and random other (enticing) ladies.
I just don't see any hope left for her, is all. Or us. And despite my writing these words, I just know that I'm going to feel a surge of hopefulness at some point. And probably come up with another hare-brained scheme to win her back, but.. I'm going to try and keep that from happening. If I can.
New Years Eve went alright. Actually, it was pretty fun. I was invited to go over to Justin's place, but he waited until the last minute; so I had made plans to have Gyngie over, instead.
Trolling her was so much fun. We got drunk off of rum, tequila shots, vodka shots.. and had our usual hours-long conversation about random stuff.
We got onto the topic of how come women haven't made much of a dent in the creative field as men. I challenged her to name female directors as prolific as Stanley Kubrick, for example. All we could come up with, was Sophia Copolla and the lady that directed the Hurt Locker.
Then from there, I challenged her the same for books. We got Mary Shelley & J.K. Rowlings.
Gyngie blamed the patriarchy for this, and how women weren't "allowed" to be creative, and/or aren't taken seriously in the entertainment industry. And how hard it was for them to break through, etc. Etc. I retorted saying its just as hard for men to break through, and that maybe women just aren't as imaginative as guys are.
All hell broke loose when I slipped that dog from its chain.. Hahaha...
"WOMEN ARE JUST AS IMAGINATIVE AS MEN ARE!" she bellows, getting upset.
"I don't know," I retort with a straight face. "I mean the track record speaks for itself, doesn't it?"
Haha.. I'm not going to be able to dictate the entire conversation here; but I love my trolling skills, and yeah, I admit that women aren't nearly as prolific as men are. But there are reasons for that. Reasons I think which go beyond being oppressed by the "patriarchy". Sure, maybe 100 years ago this would be the case. Maybe even 50. But not now. Not in the last 20 years, lets say. Women have equal opportunities. And I tried supporting Gyngie by listing out examples of successful women authors/directors/scientists, however few they are. At least "successful" meaning Kubrik/Einstein-ish levels. Even though no women has ever achieved that kind of acclaim in history.
I brought up Joan of Arc; and brought up the fact that men's brains are wired more towards logic and reason; and testosterone plays a big part in being ambitious; but Gyngie still got offended. At one point, she threatened to take a cab home rather than have us continue the discussion.
"I AM SO DONE WITH THIS CONVERSATION!" she huffs, and a big wry smile blossoming on my face.
If it was bad enough that I suggested imagination was not a woman's strong suit; imagine what would have happen had I suggested that maybe women nearly aren't as smart as men are. Overall.
Maybe next time I will, just for the lulz. I've aggravated her enough. Last time she was here, we were arguing about black people and I suggested that maybe they were genetically predisposed to criminal acts, because hey, there are more black people in jail than white people. And then she goes on about unreported white collar crime where white people get bailed out by lawyers, etc. Ehh.. another conversation I wish I could transcribe somehow. I thought I was making good points. Bringing up Freakonomics as part of my evidence that statistics don't tell the whole story (regarding wage inequality, for example. Or how Roe vs Wade equalled a drop in crime during the 90s).
So.. it was a fun evening. The trolling commence the next day too, when she wanted to go home and I kept stalling with funny excuses.
"It's too cold, just stay here."
and, "what if I don't take you home? Whattya gonna do? Call a cab?!"
Of course she wouldn't call a cab. It's too expensive, and so, the teasing commenced for at least a few more hours until I sensed she couldn't take it anymore.
Even while we were driving, "Hey you know, its not too late for me to turn around and have you spend the night over again."
Expert trolling I tell you.
(sighs)
So.. I thought of Gina again today, and yesterday.. and.. well.. yeah.
Guess I'll never see her again.
I don't understand the cruelty of her ignorance, and how she feels I am deserving of it. There was no sympathy or compassion on her part at all, in my wanting to get closure from our relationship.
It's such a..
Well.. I'm tired.. five percent life left on my laptop, so I better wrap this up.
2017.. a new year..
And...
Life marches on.
As do I.
As do we all.
