Switching up Plans and Knowing when to Follow

Normally I would be dust in the wind by 8:10 this morning.  We went to Walmart this morning on a quest for cheddar bratwurst.  Very Wisconsin.  I was fine that we did our shopping early.  I will go out soon and take care of some errands.  I doubt I'll be walking in this weather.  If I do, it'll be a stroll around the block and back to my car. 

We weren't sure about the air quality but it seems to have improved greatly. We did our errands, got our prescriptions and headed home.  There seems to be this little David Spade character at Wal-Mart that seems to be quite the helper when I'm using do it yourself check out.  My mom thinks he has a crush on me. I think he's just a nice person.  Who has a wife.  Newsflash, mom.  Try again.  As hard as it is to believe, some people are just nice.

I wanted to drive by the nail salon that looked interesting on the east side. I think it's new so I wanted to see it for myself before I made an appointment.  It was actually near the ugly vet that tried to soak me for a ton of money.  Not everyone is a money grubber or cheat in the neighborhood.  Every so often I look up their reviews to see if anyone new has complained and that seems to be the case.

I don't know what to make of the governor's race.  I'm kind of tired of playing it safe in some respects.  I had my rent go up $350 in the last few years.  I need a break.  I need bold ideas to stop this from making life unaffordable for all of us.  I don't care if the nominee is a doorknob.  If that door knob can beat the daylights out of Tom Tiffany, I'm all in.  I think we have good choices.  I just wish the party would quit freaking their freak.

I found out I will have to do my mid year check in with the stomper solo.  I was hoping I'd have a witness in case anything insulting gets said.  I just want it over.

It was maybe six months after the stomper and I got to know each other when I noticed she started following me on Instagram.  I thought why?  I rarely post.  I'm looking and not posting.  I have some posts and some of it is political but not bad political stuff.  I thought at the time, I don't know you that well. It felt kind of invasive.  I wish I would have gotten a message like hey do you mind?  It took me awhile before I followed back.  I felt horribly uncomfortable like I had someone watching me.  

I did something a little scandalous about a year ago.  When I brought my concerns about Regina to her, she pretended to take it all down and write notes.  I was upset about this tasks to redo something in her area. I felt like she was waiting to pounce on me like the lurker has.  The stomper came back and explained to me why I had the re-dos.  I had said that I was tired of Regina talking to me like I was stupid and I wish she would speak in a more respectful manner.  The stomper mentioned that. I raised my concerns and I wound up with two black eyes.  I was upset but I thought well, that's how you handle things.

The next night, I thought of the Stomper following me on Instagram.  I thought is this a good idea?  I thought maybe she's sharing my information with others.  What if someone noticed that we were following each other?  I unfollowed her and hit block.  

I worried for a moment that I might get into trouble for this in some underlying way.  Maybe I have and I didn't realize it.  I didn't think this was a good idea, even more so looking back at it. 

I thought she did not listen to me whatsoever so why am I letting someone like this in my life?  It just seemed like a bad idea.  People have gotten in trouble for comments made on social media and I wasn't going to be that person.

I think you can be friends with a higher up on social media.  I also think there has to be some boundaries as well.  I kind of suspected that the lurker and then Regina were bringing mistakes or issues to the stomper about all of us.  Not just me.  If this was brought to our new person?  I think it would have gotten shut down.  I think both of them would have been told to respect people's boundaries.  

So yeah. I dread this final moment.  I'll be pleasant and bite my tongue if something gets said.  It's weird that now with a new perspective, I see how bad things were and how inappropriate some things were that happened.  I think the stomper wasn't so great about respecting boundaries herself.  

I had asked the Thinker if she had gotten a box of chocolates before Christmas and she said no.  I told her that the stomper sent me some after she made me cry in front of everyone.  I think it was a blackmail moment.

I'm just so glad that things got switched up.  Nice to see some light.  

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