Things WERE quiet but not anymore. I shouldn’t complain about the blah blah blah, because that seems to truly be the calm before the storm. 2008 has not only been unkind to me but to my good friends as well. I cannot tell you how many phone calls I’ve had from friends who, unfortunately, do have it worse than me. I do get wrapped up in my own shit a lot and forget that the world does indeed house more than my frets; my woes; my blues.
I have given myself until tomorrow at midnight to feel sorry for myself and then enough. No more. I am allowing myself, however, to continue secretly loathing people who are happy without just cause.
Segue: I love my sister. We spoke tonight and it was really good. I hate that she feels like I hate her sometimes because as mad as she can make me, I could never actually hate her. In fact, I admire her. She’s done so much for herself because she wanted more for herself when she could have easily settled for the status quo. We are our biggest supporters, our biggest critics, our most loathed enemies. We are the sisters from tales of Greek Mythology. We are yin and yang. I think we will find that common road eventually. But, for now, we make one another nuts. But that’s okay, we have an understanding now.
Segue #2: Who doesn’t love The Outfield’s song Your Love? If you don’t you need to go play in traffic.
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