Girl Scouts II

Still psychopating over the GS sign up. It be a fissurey psychopation, at that, through all the girlie conflicts of my life, from kiddie whorehouse participants who likely never even bought GS cookies, much less worn a merit badge, to adult sisters evangilizing their way accross the virtual crusader sites. There donae seem to be any actual GS activities or affiliations in the psychotic storm. Methinks the episode was triggered by watching the mothers as the bowed their heads for the cell lit portion of the meeting. They looked an awful lot like the Pimp Sis I've watched evangalizing her way across the virtual crusader sites. Again I wonder if "Virtual" still means "Almost" to cell phone addicts.

Are they circling around Big Sis's intense girlieness? To my senses, girliness and femininity are as distinctly separate as love and romance. Big Sis's girliness feels like a direct extension of her mother's morbidly obese girliness, continuing on to the maternal aunt who currently wants to adopt all 3 children and move them back to the domestic hell hole CPS removed them from shortly before the accident which killed their parents. It has bothered me since my son's wife was still my Life Niece's best friend, but here on these stormy sees it hasnae felt like a battle small enough to win nor big enough to matter.

Neither Hubs nor I have allot of experience with Girl World. Hubs came of age as an athlete in an all-boy family. Big Sis was the first girl born into my FIL's family in 105 years. My affiliations with Girl World were as *One of Those Girls* and consistently traumatic. Between my engineering career and giving birth to only sons, I have precious little experience with women in my adult life. That disparity was often noted in my healing journey and I set out to balance it more than once. I suspect my troop of angels were hard at work to keep me from the feminine trends of the 80's and 90's. I have zero doubt I would have been among the predatorial divorce queens which sprouted from that era had I found my way into the crowds I was looking in for feminine support.

I take it as solid progress between Hubs and I that he has been tolerant and nonjudgemental while listening, yes, listening to my psychopations. We havenae diverted into any Tit-for-tat skirmishes while discussing the options for Big Sis's social development. His supercape has snapped on numerous ocassions, but he has put it back on the proverbial coat rack with easy humor when called on it. A few times he was the one doing the calling. We are still worried that the maskites are going to make socialization illegal again, but still stepping in faith that the world will go on.

Again I leave the mood icon squarely on "Okay." I think I'm holding steady. I've worked with less?

Sorting. . . Processing. . .