I have limits. Real limits. As in, there is a limit to how much I can deal with at one time. So if a bunch of family or health or business stuff is stressing me out (or all 3) I just CAN’T deal with anything else. The dishes don’t get done, the laundry piles up, emails go unanswered, I forget to check the mailbox… You get the picture.
I’ve been at my limit lately, and so there are a lot of things that just aren’t getting done. Yeah, my apartment’s a mess (well, I think it’s a mess, I’ve had people over and they haven’t noticed) and I have stacks of unread mail. My email backlog is insane and… I still haven’t told the Sunday Boy that I don’t want to see him anymore.
In fact, I’ve been a total wimp about it. Texting him back (not in a timely fashion, and not always) to tell him I’m busy and can’t see him. It’s been a month since the last time. But never actually saying, “it’s been fun, but let’s not see each other anymore.” By the way, I strongly believe he knows about this blog, so maybe this is me telling him?
So, in addition to having to tell him something (because I don’t just fade, that’s not me) I also have to unfriend him. I never wanted to friend him in the first place, but he cornered me (actually took out his phone and insisted on doing it during a date and I didn’t feel like saying no and making a fuss). Ugh. I’m not sure which to do first, unfriend him or tell him? I don’t pay much attention to FB but I know some people do. And I don’t want to hurt his feelings.
OMG this is so ridiculous.
Tags: facebook, health, younger men