Perspective
“You’re just not a very happy person.”
“You know, you’re not the first person to tell me that.”
This conversation preceded a chain of events today that made me thankful for my silly little life and the drama that is involved… because it is nothing compared to the kind of problems others in my life had today.
C had his jet-ski stolen… after only five payments.
My best friend pulled her daughter out of a pool. Thankfully, she was not hurt, but I remember the panic that sets in as a mother when your kid goes underwater.
T’s husband is cheating on her… again.
And all I can come up with is “I’m tired.” It hardly seems right to complain. I mean, my pain is completely self-imposed; at any time, all I have to do is say “No, I can’t do that right now.” But I want to be Superwoman to everyone, the invincable, unbreakable role model to all single mothers out there…
How stupid. My life is pretty damn good at the moment. I don’t need to impress anyone. So why am I trying?
August 26th, 2007 at 7:11 pm
Stop! Please don’t make me feel for you. I have tried my best to make you feel like shit because you are selfish shit. Jet ski’s and jilted lovers are simply BS. Now you state “you don’t need to impress anyone”. If I didn’t know better I would think you are beginning to think! What are you made of, sugar and spice? The Christina I know is a selfish self absorbed bitch. I don’t know you anymore! Satan is confused and hurting because you seem to be working toward real feeling and genuine love. Stop! Hell forbid you get a clue. I have always loved you because you shunned God & because you need more than love… you need egoistic self gratification. Please come back to me and leave meaningful thought to professional thinkers like Ruskin, Emerson, and Yeats. What has the world come to when Ho’s think and desire something more than self gratification?
August 26th, 2007 at 11:11 pm
Wow, poor spelling, weak grasp of the English language - it certainly appears to me that Satan not only dropped out of high school, but clearly failed to develop a healthy sense of basic human interaction as well. Tsk, tsk. Let’s all pray for Satan - perhaps one day he’ll stop touching himself and enter into a positive relationship with something other than his semen-stained keyboard …
… naw, highly unlikely.
August 27th, 2007 at 9:22 am
There is no way you can dis me. Besides… I have a sperm guard!