It is funny how your bad dreams change over time.
I just had a horrible dream that I was asking for permission to propose to some thin, grey man and ended up in a group hug with him and his mother. It was not fun at all. I didn’t even like him that much.
I woke up thinking how frightening the prospect of old age alone is, and immediately went to check on my mother.
It isn’t as if I have seriously wanted to marry anybody. I have never worried terribly much about it, since the weak feelings of the men in my life were returned with equal lack of interest in most cases.
On the rare occasion when I have had strong feelings for somebody, I have either run away or they have not been interested at all, in which case I have done something else with it. I am not particularly persistent in reality. I like distance, and I do not have much of a problem with my own company as a rule.
When I returned to the computer, a new page had appeared on my timeline in the advertising section.
I am now a member of ‘Banned by David Avocado Wolfe’ which has almost 100 likes in a very short space of time. I imagine that if this person keeps advertising their page, it will run into tens of thousands, since Wolfe is quite trigger happy when it comes to blocking people. One lady that got in touch with me had just paid several hundred pounds for a trip to see him when she was blocked for no apparent reason. I set her up on a date with some polite guy that was messaging me a lot at the time. Apparently she had great legs and was an outstanding lay. She rejected him, but she didn’t feel as bad about being blocked. He is now living with a morbidly obese nurse who pays his mortgage.
The page doesn’t look particularly pleasant, or as if it is likely to have any interesting posts, but I am intrigued that it appeared on my timeline at all, as I have blocked at least nine David Wolfes over the years to avoid the memes. I have even messaged at least two offshoot pages to advise them to block me since it appeared that he had such a hysterical reaction. (I was unaware at the time that it was in fact his wife that blocked me, since I was unaware that he had one in the first place.)
I have also blocked at least 6 hate groups, one of which I found Wolfe posting on. Apparently trolls are more appealing for conversation than I was. I would have thought by now that the mere mention of the name would preclude my being a member of any clubs. Evidently facebook’s algorithms need updating
So that is a rather depressing and extremely early start to the day. I shall do some more work on the game, cats permitting.
Tomorrow I shall have to sit through a meeting in which somebody young enough to be my daughter repeatedly claims that I am a young woman who should let my mother be manhandled by strangers because she prefers dealing with them. I cannot tell you how miserable the last six months has been, with the one exception of my taking the Wolfe by the throat, so to speak, at the event in Birmingham.
I am quite glad I did it, even though the ultimate outcome is likely to remain negative, for whatever his reasons.
Please tell me when things are going to get better?