Been Chased all my life like since I was 12, (weird reasons just Collateral damage from things my mom did), and people act as though I don't see them when they try to flirt. I find a lot of them needing attention to the point of being annoying or jumbo sized. Is it even possible to find someone that is not jumbo sized or belonging to the streets.

One thing that they can't figure out. I have one Co-worker that likes to tell every new hire something quietly (like it's some kind of dirty secret), it's untrue, very obviously untrue, Every person that has worked here in the last 3.5 years has just taken their word without question. Our turnover rate is very high. I just file them in a mental list labeled brain-dead and keep track of them in my head. Finally in the last 3 weeks someone actually asked about "the secret". That is one person in about 4 years, I'm sure it will be that long before some else asks.

I am disturbingly surprised at the sear quantity of people that will follow someone, based on their "shared secret". It's bad enough I have a coworker talking about me behind my back, but to know how many people will blindly follow someone that talks shit about their coworkers. I'd leave but I am real close to never having to work again. Don't want the aggravation of changing jobs.

Then I have someone hinting at how they would date older guys. Likes to tell me they have a boyfriend but he is not good enough she wants something better. She is one of the brain dead and is asking the person who is talking about me behind my back for advise. I hinted back that I wouldn't date her. She avoids me now. I don't get why women these days seem to think that I would want to be one the cars on that train ride. A girl believing everything a feminist is telling them and saying they are taken but might go for next better thing to come along just screams that they are gullible and belong to the streets.

Also living and working in a community with the theme of we believe in the traditional family. I don't see how, they don't pay me enough to support a family, much less a traditional family. When they won't put their money where their mouth is, they really are no different than a hypocrite. I'll just stay home and enjoy my peace. All of this makes the lyrics from Ween's "Piss up a rope" song stuck in my head. My last wife could have had Roy Clarks "Thank god and Greyhound" for a theme song.