Awake, if still... with something wrong.

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A very mild headache, a sub-fever (feels like a fever but doesn't exhibit exactly, nor is it measurable), perhaps a bit of a sore throat (?could just be dry?), and a few other things.  I honestly don't think it is a flu, other virus, or infection.  I think it is just from pushing.  If I get weakened, bodily defenses go down.  As they go down, I get symptoms without actually getting sick.  Something has been just a bit off for a while.  Off and on, better or worse, for a while.  It might just be my attempts to adjust to the weather.  It being spring, that is a messy proposition.  Since my body doesn't adjust as quickly as I would like, but keeps having to adjust, that might be all of it right there.  Bleh.  I've had worse, much worse.

Still, today I go in for my first lesson.  I'll get a shower, then a bath, in.  I haven't been bathing as often as I had hoped, but this string of events has worn me down a bit.  I would like to take care of the dry skin, at least a bit, and the baths really seem to be helping.  Plus I found a stink mix that is not troubling to the mind to entertain in public.  Though I am not sure any scent lasts very long.  Still, it's a mind thing.  And, I know, women (?some, most?) can pick up on scents much better than I.  I wouldn't know if I went out stinky or not, in the literal or figurative actually.  So... a bath and shower, using as masculine of stink-salts as I can.  Have to use something, since the olive oil is rancid.  I wonder if they smell that when the essences evaporate?  Hmm... dilemmas...  :)

In one way, what any particular woman thinks is irrelevant.  I am not chasing the whole herd... well... not any more.  I'm not even chasing any woman I might see.  However, women talk.  This gets told there, and from there goes everywhere.  The three fastest means of communication are television, telephone, and tell a woman.  But you don't always have to tell, as I mentioned.  They see, and feel, what we cannot.  And they tell.  That doesn't effect me, in a general sense, either.  But it might affect my woman, should she become my woman.  Yes, it gets complicated quickly when you let one of them into your life.  Not double the complication, powers of multiples, perhaps greater.

One of my reads, on the subject of women, was discussing the lies a woman was spewing about a topic that she seems to have, or have had, some acquaintance... and of course a personal interest.  Relationships with men.  Relationships of the romantic sort.  I had to laugh.  Those weren't lies.  They are bait.  While they are untrue, they weren't presented as lies.  Though, in a woman's mind, regarding romance and love, those things criss and cross.  More so in a woman who chases men who would have her for nothing but a tryst, the patterns become unbelievable messed up.  Whether she knows it or not, and many really don't, she was just offering room to be corrected.  She wants to be corrected.  She doesn't even care if the correction is right, as long as it is surer than her beliefs.

Further, going into a recent notion I have been playing with, this is why women are so attracted to psychopaths, at least the behavior patterns that seem to be such.  There is a certainty in some men, whether created through training, natural to the man, of good or evil intent, which draws women.  They really want to have it, but knowing themselves and the impossibility of it, they choose as a next resort to align themselves to such a man.  Some try to learn, some take pieces of it and use it where they may, others just submit fully to it.  It depends, to a degree, on the will and self-knowledge of the man involved.  Women not only don't know the truth, and will reject it as bait even when they do, they will choose wrong but sure over righteous but mild, every time.  It's just the way of it.

Anyway... I need to get going.  Or... waking anyway.  More coffee...  Hmm... something about my coffee pot is off.  I have looked, but not found a crack, so I filled the pot to the normal max, and am letting it sit, in the sink.  If it isn't the pot, it must be the filter mechanism.  All it might take is a piece of plastic that wasn't trimmed, diverting some of the flow.  I'll keep checking and decide what to do.  Blasted things!  Still, I don't mind a little bit of testing, now and again.  Right, and that auto warranty company keeps calling, then hanging up.  They are in harassment mode, so it looks like a call to the state attorney general office is required.  I don't know how long it will take to fix it, though I suspect it won't take long.  Who knows though, politics, business, and money speak louder than one call from one more unhappy citizen.  We'll see.  Later.