People tell me it’s a sin,
To know and feel too much within. -Bob Dylan’s “Simple Twist of Fate”
Grow up! Enough of this mess and the excuses you have been making, for people parasitic and cruel. Enough of being afraid, worried about things you have no control over. As individuals, free even when honored, there’s that possibility of walking away; heavy bags and pictures to sort out… in a smaller place, a happier place. I have been diagnosed with Adult Attention Deficit Disorder (I found it funny and told it as a joke, but as I’ve had a few months to think about it now I understand the seriousness of such diagnosis… no, I’m not ready to talk about it) and it is just cruel to confess and ask me for advice. Most days it consists of “be careful” and “think about what you’re losing” while I have yet to take my own advice, in ANY situation where such comforting and reclaimed words are appropriate. Regardless, why is it so difficult to fall in everlasting love these days? Are we so concerned about our own interests that we have simply refused to compromise?
Classy chicks, I see them everywhere now. Do you know the type? Hair in place, perfectly-heeled shoes, poised and ready to be interviewed. If at twenty-three I wanted to believe they had horrible lies at home, as I ignored how they gushed about their husbands and there I was, making the creep’s macchiatto… I digress; now I understand how worried I was about never becoming them. Well, I will never be them and i cannot be any less apologetic about that. I own too many jeans, I make them “classy” with a pair of boots and lip gloss; my hair resembles more of Chrissy Hynde’s (*bows*) than your local news reporter. It has taken me ten years to be “okay” with my look, maybe a few pounds less, maybe more stylish clothes, but still me. In five years, who knows? As of right now, I am slowly trying to faze out the jeans by introducing more slacks, a few skirts. But I know what those gals think of me as I stand next to them and every once in a while I do care, that sucks.
“Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.” -Jack Kerouac
1 Comment
May 18, 2008 at 11:59 pm
Do you know how beautiful this is? Thanks for providing a fun, honest and beautifully relatable post. Feel free to comment on my blog, too. GL with all.