Mr. Stapler and I are doing the slow motion breakup thing. Too sick of each other to stay together, too lonely to stay apart. Our relationship has deteriorated to mostly talking on the phone and IMing each other at this point.
Today he IMed me at work. Hey, why work at work? It just wastes your valuable screwing off time!
I informed him that I would be going to BlogHer this summer. I don't need his permission - it was just something to talk about to keep me from sounding totally boring and loser-ish. But at the same time I knew what he thought of blogging, and I knewit wasn't good.
'I just think time is better spent relating to people, reading, exercising or playing with the dog," he IMed about blogging.
It pissed me off, sure. But I would be more pissed off if I didn't know him and that he basically disapproves of all human endeavor other than his hobbies, which are 1) sleeping 2) sleeping some more 3) watching baseball 4) taking a nap and 5) playing the guitar a little. Oops, I forgot shopping for guitars on eBay and reorganizing his music downloads for the 1000th time. Perhaps spanking the monkey, but never tells me about that. But I know. Women always do.
I don't mind that he does all that stuff. Well, ok, the napping did get a little tedious. But I could put up with it.
I just don't understand why it is ok to put down my hobbies all the time. I don't need to have someone else make me feel bad about my life. I am perfectly capable of doing that myself.