Andy Beshear: Kentucky is a special place.
Me: Yeah, that special place in Hell they tell you about.
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Andy Beshear: Kentucky is a special place.
Me: Yeah, that special place in Hell they tell you about.
I’m processing a lot of negative emotions today and asking myself some questions regarding that.
Anger really does lead to hate. Because of fear/jealousy.
I’ve realized yet again, that I am jealous of a particular person. I also have a good reason to be angry with them. They are bright and wonderful and wise and exude charm and a youthful sense of adorable, yet their behavior contradicts their statements to me of fidelity and somehow they don’t see why they continually have problems with female friends when their boyfriends drool after her.*
I’ve consistently felt overshadowed and ignored next to her.
And I’m so angry about it.
If this dynamic hadn’t been set up, I feel like we could have been good friends.
Super pissed this happened on so many levels and for multiple reasons and at both him and her.
Even though nothing is going on between them.
Guess I’m still mad because it’s a point that made me seriously question my relationship.
*(Yes I know, it’s on the man to control himself, but it takes two to tango and she has just as much responsibilitywhen she’s sitting in his lap with her arms around him when his girlfriend left the room. I know very well what it says about me that I seem to be more mad at her, I’m not: I’m angry at both of them and I’m angry that I’m still angry. It hurts. Especially when the rest of the night I was largely ignored in favor of a phone. Yeah it was “two years ago” but through quarantine and covid its not like I had much luck getting into therapy either.)
Robert Maguire "Slice Of Hell", by Mike Roscoe (Mickey Spillane) (1955) Covert Art: Robert Maguire This book is a good example of the power Mickey Spillane held over the 50′s. Signet, who published Spillane, was making about half their output hard-boiled detective novels by 1955. They paid top dollar to their cover artists and authors and their print runs were huge in comparison to Lion or Ace. Their books were also very misogynistic with images of brutality against women that you couldn’t get away with today. By 1955 paperback genres had become gender specific. Men were purchasing hard-boiled dick, war, western and sci-fi while women bought murder mysteries and romance. This is definitely a man’s book.
(via Saved From The Paper Drive: Sleazy Paperbacks Shelf 17)
Hey buddy, what brings you to my little slice of HELL?
Howard - The Big Bang Theory