I got refused a loan this week in a very odd way. I was sent a loan offer for an RV I have been dreaming of buying for years. When I called the loan company’s national network they said on the phone “Yes you are approved!” and other verifications. I drove to a neighboring town, and shopped all day for the RV setting up the paperwork. Then the paperwork transfers to a Richmond location to finalize, and the lady canceled all the paperwork and refused me the loan. My every dream is crushed the second I try to work with Virginia people to complete it. This is not the one time this activity has occurred. This has been every project since my family convinced me to move to Virginia to live. One of the reasons I am trying to get an RV is to leave this bad Virginia attitude on the weekends as much as possible. I used to rent hotels out of town on paydays, but the pandemic has destroyed much of the hotel industry. My life is pretty much instantly better the second I leave Virginia, and so I know the social world of Virginia is central to the issue.
I got a shot today at Walgreens. Their free app now has a “get Covid vaccine and flu shots” button for appointments. I got painfully sick with Covid over Christmas break, and do NOT want to deal with that again.
It seems Baby New Year Gave Me Omicron Covid this year for 2022. I was double vaccinated, and using hand sanitizer. Unfortunately I got very sick coughing and sneezing with crushing fatigue after I went to a few New Year’s Eve parties. Not only could I not do my fitness New Years Resolutions, I could hardly walk to the bathroom. Hopefully I will be able to return to activity after Monday. Between ice storms and Omicron 2022 has so far sucked for me.
In 2005 when I was an E-4 in the military I was raped and beaten repeatedly on the military base of Fort Lee Virginia. I then had to go into rape therapy in three states of the USA for the screaming nightmares from PTSD. Perhaps the ugliest part of this experience is how much people victim blame women AFTER the fact. Then the military men falsely accused me of robbing a bank and doing drugs. This was to be VENGFUL as I refused to be their permanent uncomplaining rape victim. I was acquitted of all these charges to have a perfectly clean criminal record to be hired as a teacher in 2019. This hiring requires passing drug tests, and extreme background checks. Why were they telling lies about me? It kept me unemployed so that I could NOT afford hire lawyers to complain about the beating-rapes. This lets them beat-and-rape MORE women, and is NOT a mistake. Just because I was making the best of a horrifying and nightmarish situation does not mean it was NOT a disgusting nightmare I will forever remember with disgust. Worst of all people think because I was in the military that military men are my “type” and they are doing me a “favor” by introducing me to MORE military guys. Words can not describe the searing loathing nightmare-horror I feel when reminded of the military. Few military men do NOT inspire screaming levels of disgust in me. Don’t mention it, and toss it up in my FACE in conversation. It will NOT cause bonding it will cause permanent HATE from me. I say this because last New Years Eve MORE people tried to introduce me to single military men, and former military guys tried to talk to me. If I don’t mention why this is an incredibly BAD idea people are going to keep making it WORSE forever! Things like “oh she volunteered for it”, and “oh she liked it”, or “she had wine” are statements that are the DEFINITION of victim-blaming. If you try to force me to live with a military man I will take a knife from the kitchen, and stab him in the eyeball as he is asleep. The truly sad part about all this is I enjoy dating and companionship very much, and I am extremely lonely. Unfortunately sexy people I do like can not get near me as men from a job I HATE keep getting up in my face every single time I go out in public in the pain pit that is Virginia. The ice-storm has given me plenty of time trapped inside this week to think about how in years past in Texas I met my ex-husband at a very happy New Years party. Socializing in Virginia has only given me pain, loneliness, and nightmares. My mother sold our family house in Texas, and I am now trapped in the most horrible state I have ever lived in, and another year has passed on icy roads.
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P.S. This is no “sleepy post” or “sick post” I really have hated Virginia and Fort Lee with all my soul for years. I hated it the first time I stayed there, and I hate being near it the second time even worse. I will only be friends with people helping me find an apartment-sharing situation to move far away from the nightmare of Virginia. New Year’s Eve has reminded me that I really can NOT take another year in this horror-pit full time.
My plans to visit New Orleans for Halloween got destroyed this week. Not only is the Delta variant still destroying plans, but hurricane Ida that hit New Orleans this year is still destroying plans. I made a hotel reservation to visit New Orleans for their giant events for Halloween 2021. Halloween is usually a huge boost to New Orleans tourism due to many parades next to above ground cemeteries in a town with a reputation as a “haunted” looking vintage city. Jazz Festivals, rare concerts, book signings, and fiction conventions all plan October dates in New Orleans. Plus I went to school there for years so I enjoy saying hi to school friends when people are out and about for events. People fly in from all over the world to see a New Orleans Halloween. Unfortunately then the hotel I booked at refunded my money as I had NOT asked to cancel the reservation!
It turns out “first responders” as they call themselves are still living in all the hotels MONTHS after the storm, and have restored very little as town residents are still living in tents months later. They are paying a fraction of what visitors normally pay for the Jazz Festival and Halloween hotels, and destroying the October tourist trade. (The hotel mentioned to me in an angry phone message as they were forced to cancel my reservation without asking.) In addition New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival canceled the October event a few weeks ago (as cited in this article here https://www.nytimes.com/2021/09/02/travel/new-orleans-ida-tourism.html), citing concerns about an increase in coronavirus cases so it seems the government is trying to destroy New Orleans under the disguise of “emergency help” to the town. Oh well I just console myself by knowing it can’t be closed forever, and there will be other years. Being stuck in Virginia is a super-crapy substitute for a real New Orleans visit for Halloween, but I will try to make the best of it.
The Internet was full of funny jokes about Facebook and Instagram being down. The one I loved most was the Twitter post about the last Facebook post someone saw being Neil Gaiman posing with the key to Hell. Neil liked the post. The next was Instagram saying we are all suddenly in Little House on the Prairie due to having a few moments without a tiny part of the Internet. These people would never have survived the 80s.
My brother James Menzies has flown in to live in Virginia. His photo is below with Anne on the left and Alexandria on the right. We are taking him out to dinner tonight. He is a retired Army veteran which served in many tours of duty in the Middle East. Boy does he have interesting ideas to say about the American pull out from Afghanistan this week.
Brother of Andrea Menzies named James Menzies visiting this weekend.
