Well...

It was an uninteresting, quick day.  I didn't do anything.  I slept in.  Way in.  Did some laundry, fixed my shower, played with the dogs, went out to eat, played keno (and didn't win), watched House with mom, played Sims 3 (I'm reasonably sure I don't like this incarnation.), checked out some stuff here and there on the 'net, read some email... doing this post. 

Yup.  'Tis exciting being me. 

Well.  Nobody around.  Dad, sis, bil & kids are in Colorado.  My ferrety friend... well... haven't heard from her, I probably won't until IHop Tuesday.  (Dead ferret and all, you know.)  And... well... those are about the only people I hang out with on any consistent basis, so there ya go. 

From Yesterday's Comment Section

You sound like you feel displaced in a sense. It's how I would describe it. There is no wrong way to mourn or "feel" i though hubby was the only other person besides me that really could live without the rest of the human race but maybe not lol.. ~ one_trached_momma  Hmmmmmmm... interesting thought.  I'm not sure that displaced is the right word, but I get what you're saying and I don't think I disagree.  There is a "quote" from a John D. MacDonald book that has always stuck with me because it's quite often how I feel.  The protagonist from the book, Travis McGee, says this in The Scarlet Ruse: 

I am apart. Always I have seen around me all the games and parades of life and have always envied the players and the marchers. I watch the cards they play and feel in my belly the hollowness as the big drums go by, and I smile and shrug and say, Who needs games? Who wants parades? The world seems to be masses of smiling people who hug each other and sway back and forth in front of a fire and sing old songs and laugh into each others faces, all truth and trust. And I kneel at the edge of the woods, too far to feel the heat of the fire. Everything seems to come to me in some kind of secondhand way which I cannot describe. Am I not meat and tears, bone and fears, just as they? Yet when most deeply touched, I seem, too often, to respond with smirk or sneer, another page in my immense catalog of remorses. I seem forever on the edge of expressing the inexpressible, touching what has never been touched, but I cannot reach through the veil of apartness. I am living without being truly alive. I can love without loving. When I am in the midst of friends, when there is laughter, closeness, empathy, warmth, sometimes I can look at myself from a little way off and think that they do no really know who is with them there, what strangeness is there beside them, trying to be something else.

As for being able to live without the rest of the human race... well... I probably could.  I've never understood why Tom Hanks tried so fucking hard to get off that island in Castaway, to be perfectly honest.  I don't think I would've.  As long as I was reasonably sure I wasn't going to starve to death or anything...

I'm am not a social person.  I'm a very misanthropic person... not that I dislike humanity, necessarily, but I'm a little leery of them as a whole and most certainly distrust the vast majority of them.  (Yes... I do have trust issues, always have... and then I got a career in corrections!    If that doesn't make you distrust people on the whole, nothing will.)  

I don't need (or want) vast amounts of interaction with other people.  My mother lives in this house... that's almost more interaction on a daily basis than I can handle, truth be told.  (But then again... in the grand scheme of things, we do not spend a great deal of time together during the week.  Just meals...)

I've lived in this house for a bit over three years now and I can count, on both hands, the number of times I've had friends over.  The last time I had friends over?  Was last July 4th... if that tells you anything.  (And these are my friends!)  I do go over to my ferrety friend's place fairly regularly... but she is really the only one that I visit with any consistency.  My other friends?  Kate, Malachi, Brent, Mark, Jeff, Jeff & Lisa... (man... what a short list!) well... I'm going to hang out with Kate here in a couple of weeks.  Our birthdays are a day apart and we always try to hook up for a dinner celebration at some point.  Our work schedules don't allow a lot of hanging out time anymore, though.  Malachi?  Is my friend... but we do not socialize outside of work.  (Neither of us is all that social, so it just works out that way.)  Brent... doesn't live here anymore, I've seen him once in 3 years.  I do email him on a regular basis, though.  Mark?  I have no idea what's happened to Mark... haven't heard from him in... forever.  Jeff?  Lives in the same town as me, but I never see him.  Hell, I barely see him at work.  Besides, he's got a family now and he's got military stuff, so he's always busy.  Jeff & Lisa (my godkid's parents)... they live an hour away... it's been over a year since I've visited them... though we email every day.

The people I hang out with the most?  Are my family.  My sis & bil, my nephew.  (Not so much my niece... we have absolutely nothing in common, other than being related, sooooo...)  I haven't even hung out with my brother in forever.  (Conflicted schedules, don't ya know...) 

Sounds rather lonely, I suppose... but... I'm not lonely.  I don't desire to have a multitude of people needing me to spend time with them.  I like hanging out, but... like to hang out on my patio with my family, more than anything.

Yes, I know... I'm an odd duck. 
QuackQuack!  

Anyway

I've spent a goodly amount of time playing Sims 3... I don't think I like it.  Which sucks, cuz I spent $60 on it.  I don't necessarily dislike it... it's just... I dunno.  It's not the way I want to play The Sims, I guess.  I do like some of what they've done, but it hasn't nothing do with game play and everything to do with customizing. 

What I don't like?

1)  The little Sims peeps all look the same.  Yes... you can customize them, but... they still look the same... and they're ugly.  What the fuck?  You can change their features and all that... but they still all resemble each other way too much.  That bugs the shit outta me.  
2)  Having to run all about the place to build up skills.  That is annoying.   
3)  I have no idea what I need to do to get promotions (I mean, I do, but there is no little meter to help you.) at your job and you don't make very much money.  Poor fucking Sims in the poor house!
4)  It is exceptionally difficult to make friends.  Stand-offish bastards, these new Sims.
5)  No "memory" or history or whatever you want to call it for your Sims.  I had a fucking baby disappear.  Have no earthly idea where she went.  She was just gone.  Don't know if someone kidnapped her (I was having a party at the time.), if social services came and took her (Did I mention I was having a party at the time?) or if the evil baby-snatching fairies took her.  (I have no idea if there are baby-snatching fairies, I'm just saying...)  The baby's parental peeps didn't seem to stressed out about the fact that their youngest child went missing either.
6)  Too many peeps in too many places.  As if having a disappearing baby wasn't enough... my teen Sim managed to drown at the swimming pool, the stupid fucker.  I can only assume that while I was at another location, tending to the rest of the family's needs that teen boy Sim got exhausted and drown.  Couldn't plead with the Reaper to save him, like in Sims 2, either, damn it, so the fucker just died.  The teen's parentals were upset by the fact that his stupid ass drowned.  Guess they liked him better than his sister.  ::shrug:: 

House, MD
Trouble ~ Pink

Peace!