Back to the holidays, giving thanks for the Trump, etc.

Here we are again, back in the holiday season. God help us all, LOL. This is always the time of year where I get both reflective about life and my tolerance for bullshit plummets It’s natural to get introspective around this time. My birthday is in December and a new year begins in January so it seems a natural time to take stock. I am wrapping up what I can truly say has been one of the best years of my life. Truly and rightly, it has been. I’ve gotten to talk to my idol and then I’ve gotten to MEET my idol in person this year. I’ve been to California in the sunshine, I’ve been to New York in the rain. I’ve been bicoastal and many places in between. I’ve cheesed for the camera in Steve McQueen’s handprints and I’ve paid homage to one of my iconic figures at Trump Tower. I’ve gotten wonderful correspondence from cool people who find me as interesting as I find them. I’ve said what I needed to say to some great people I admire. I’ve made an impact on someone who I’d really like to smother with kisses and hugs and any other form of affection you can imagine. (And next year, I will.) Life is good. For real. I got problems. I got complaints. But I have decided as best as I can (being an Irish fire sign and all) that this is the season for saying what you got to say, getting your anger out, and then moving on. Instead of twisting my guts in a knot, I’m going to advocate for myself and make a serious game plan. As an example, NYC is one of the most expensive cities on earth. I didn’t have as much time to save up as much money for that trip as I would have liked to. So I had to put a few expenses on the old mastercard as a temporary measure. Now I could sit and have heart failure over a few hundred dollars and allow it to paralyze me with fear. But I don’t want to do that. I thought it all out and decided a much healthier, less stressful approach is just to come up with a workable game plan to pay it off each month until it’s gone. I went to the dentist and found out I need to replace a cracked crown and get two fillings. I’m not happy about this. Over the insurance, it’s going to cost me $400. But you know what: it could be a lot worse. I know what it’s like to need several root canals and to be in so much pain you feel like a bullet in the skull would be more merciful. I told the people at the dental office I’d schedule it for the beginning of the year when my insurance benefits are renewed and then finance it so I can pay it off in small monthly chunks. It’s like that cheesy book about don’t sweat the small stuff and by the way, it’s all small stuff. I guess that’s another good way of putting it all. I was talking to a friend who’s having to go on a specialized diet over a health problem and I told him the gorging at the holiday season is really not worth it in the long haul anyway. You end up spending January through March working out like a fiend and drinking Slim Fast for 2 weeks of pleasure, one at Thanksgiving and one at Christmas. It’s just not worth it. No gorging for me this year. We did the meats and sweets festival before. Not for me, not this time. It’s like I was telling someone the other day: I got too much to live for right now. I’m not trying to blow my heart out or have a stroke at age 27. (Soon to be 28.) No, no, no. Life is too good to spend laid up with my pants popped open in my recliner, feeling like I’m pregnant by food.


I have also been trying as best I can to convert said friend to the ways of the Trump. He really (and I do want to emphasize REALLY) hurt me recently when he was supposed to meet me in NYC but didn’t. That may have been the one and only time in life when our paths were sure to collide and he dropped the ball. Granted, there were extenuating circumstances but I have been trying to explain to him that in the same circumstances, I would have found a wait to make it work and simply would not have taken “no” for an answer. This is the way of the Trump and it’s a way I admire a lot. I told him about times in my academic life where I would be triple-booked to go places in a single night and somehow, I managed to get everywhere and see everyone. Part of this I can attribute to driving like a female Stig, LOL, but a lot of it is just refusing to accept any other option. I told him the whole painful, angering experience was worth it if it is a turning point in his life and it teaches him to be more aggressive, determined, and, well, Trump-like. Do you think The Donald would miss an opportunity he was really looking forward to? Hell no! He would, like Hal said in NYC, have his driver get out and move an entire fleet of UPS trucks if that’s what it took to get him where he needed to go. H-E-L-L Y-E-S! I love that sort of thing. Makes me hopeful that there are still some men out there with drive, determination, and grit. That too is one of the things I really like about Piers: he says what he thinks and does what he’s gonna do and to hell with the naysayers. I was telling my friend that in his circumstance, I would have gotten in my car, driven to NYC, stayed for a couple of hours to hang out and then gone back to wherever else he needed to be. He allows people to take advantage of his beta male nature and walk all over him and that aggravates me. Sometimes I feel like I could wring out one of my ovaries (yes, I said ovaries; it’s part of the punchline to the joke I’m setting up here) and produce more testosterone than he has. For once, I’d like to see him get a spine of steel and say, “You know what, I’ll go where I wanna go, I’ll do what I wanna do, and be friends with who I wanna be friends with and if you don’t like it, piss off.” The day that happens, he will have earned his stripes as a man.