The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

What bores you?

What Bores Me (And Why I’d Rather Hang Out With My Crazy Family)

Let’s talk about what truly bores me.

Not laundry.

Not long lines.

Not even meetings that should’ve been emails.

No.

What bores me down to my core is drama-filled social circles.

You know the kind. The whisper committee. The “concerned” conversations. The holy huddle of people discussing someone who just walked out of the room.

And here’s the part that’s bad and sad all at the same time…

You know they gossip about everyone.

Everyone.

You sit there and listen to them dissect the last person who got up from the table, and all you can think is, “Welp… when I stand up, I’m next.”

Because that’s how it works.

One gets up — they talk about her.

You get up — congratulations, you’re the agenda.

I cannot handle that.

That’s not friendship. That’s a rotating target system.

I don’t want that fakeness in my life. I don’t want to wonder what version of me is being discussed once I leave the room. I don’t want to perform just to survive a social gathering.

If we can’t laugh, tell the truth, and go home without starting a rumor chain — I’m out.

Honestly, I’d rather be bored. Alone. In silence. Watching ceiling fan blades spin.

Because at least the ceiling fan isn’t judging me.

Now.

If we’re talking chaos I can handle?

Let me introduce you to my family.

I am permanently the child in between my parents saying, “Okayyyyy, hug it out.”

Yes. Hug. It. Out.

Picture this:

Dad is delivering one of his famous sarcastic one-liners — the kind he’s gotten very, very good at over the years. His timing? Impeccable. His confidence? Unshakable.

Mom? She’s practically cussing all of us while we’re rolling our eyes so hard we can see our own brain cells.

And there I am.

Little peacemaker.

“Slow down. All skate. Everybody just breathe.”

I’m trying to keep it calm while simultaneously documenting everything because no one will believe it later.

Photo evidence.

Video clips.

Text receipts.

Document, document, document.

Because when Dad says something so dry it takes five seconds to realize it was a joke — that needs to be archived.

When Mom throws her hands up in dramatic disbelief — that needs timestamps.

And somewhere in the middle of all this?

I need a margarita.

Or a glass of wine.

Or maybe one in each hand. No judgment.

Because that’s when my alter ego shows up.

Spirit Water.

Now, Spirit Water has been known to come up with some absolutely incredible one-liners. Legendary statements. The kind that make everyone stop and say, “Did you just say that?”

And here’s the interesting part…

I don’t always remember what Spirit Water says.

But apparently, she’s funny.

I’ve been told.

I suspect she takes after my dad — quick wit, unexpected delivery, just enough spice to keep things interesting.

The difference between my family chaos and social circle drama?

Family chaos is real. It’s loud. It’s ridiculous. But it’s honest. Nobody’s waiting for someone to leave the room so they can start a critique session.

In drama-filled circles, there’s always an invisible scoreboard.

With my family, there’s just laughter, eye rolls, and someone eventually saying, “Okay, y’all, hug it out.”

So yes.

Drama bores me.

Fakeness exhausts me.

But give me sarcastic dad jokes, dramatic mom reactions, me playing referee, and Spirit Water making surprise appearances?

That’s entertainment.

That’s content.

That’s blog-worthy.

And don’t worry…

I’ve got pictures.