Booby Smashed

Got ye olde mam-o-gram today.
Smashed goods.
Six Pics
For the worst, or the best, depending on how you take it.

Hell, they can lop em off for all I care.
They're useless to me.
Easy 10lb weight loss.

I always laugh at the guys who profess to love huge tits.
They all talk the talk, but rarely in my life have they ever really shown great interest.
Even Kev. For as much as he 'claimed' to love them, he barely ever touched them.
Second trip I even had to be the aggressor and pretty much boobysmash him, and nada.
Yet before I went to visit the first time, all he could do was talk about them and his love for the big bewbs. After I went back home basically untouched, he lamented his boob-slackness for months, yet when I returned, it was more of the same - except for poking 'at' them with a finger or a game controller - like a child. Go figure.

He's not the only one to behave this way though, as I suspect men are expecting the young pert perfect boobs of a younger woman, not surgically enhanced, as they all seem to hate that and praise the natural ones, but, don't seem to realise natural is natural, in all shapes and forms. Just like their dicks and balls. There are all kinds.

Anyway.
I was a bit down.

Realising that I'm kind of alone as far as something as important as this - having a significant other, or best friend to come along and wait, or just be concerned. Krystal was at work/school, but I am more talking a good man-friend or just a bestestest friend/S.O. who'd be there for me, when so many others are just way too superficial, or disinterested, or just..well, yeah all about themselves or their own dramas.

It's a mind-fuck thing going through feelings such as these.
I've done it before, when I was 27 and they found lumps. When I was 40 and had a very questionable PAP and a very unsupportive/aloof bf. All was good then, but there was an inflamed or swollen duct or something.

Hopefully the lump-thingy will only be due to my smashing my side-tit against the decorative banister woodwork (ow fuckin ow), or an infected/blocked duct/node, etc., similarly to 1997 when I had my last mam.

Either way, whatever it is, it is.
Nothing I can do about it now, but await the results.

Wish me luck.

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Best thing overheard today:

As I was waiting for the bus after work, a woman was talking with a man there about work in Duluth. When he asked if she was still working at X, she stated that she had recently resigned her position. When he inquired as to why, she replied, "That place was a vexation to my spirit."

"A vexation to my spirit."

I like this.

I am now adopting this phrase into my life.

I am going to consciously try to avoid any and all vexations to my spirit.

So that's where I am now.
Trying to keep a very pleasant spirit, inspite/despite (I'm never sure which) of all that comes my way. Not that I've not always pressed on, but, sometimes I just don't avoid the things I should, even when I know better. It's hard to hey. I don't want to appear selfish either, or arrogant, or anything. I DO want to just avoid the negative.