"you don't give a f***ing sh**t about me". i hear this phrase often, second perhaps to the ever present "find her a man". This does annoy me a bit sometimes, when, like today, my patience level is low, though i know that my life is wonderful (thank God for all!!!!!!!!!) and i really ought to be more tolerant (and joyful) about life in general. i live with her. i help her dress sometimes. i do not travel overseas. If i did not care about her, i probably wouldn't live here. At least that's what i tend to think. This is my life though. This is where i want it to be too. i am happy in it, and thank God for it. Though i probably wouldn't complain were mom to be miraculously healed tomorrow.
Today i thought that i feel a bit as if i'm caught between two generations. At times i feel young, and empowered- a thirty year old career professional who really could act like those people on tv, the coffees, the clubs, the fun and mischief. Other times, though, i feel as if i've passed this by now, as if i'm a sedentary adult, an adult, and i wonder if the young and wild is still attainable. Do i want it to be? Again, i thank God for who, what, where, i am, but these are just the thoughts that go through my brain.
The amazing xheni and mott, my best friend and her husband (to be differentiated from the childhood best friends perhaps mentioned in previous posts), did much to help me with this on my actual 30th birthday. we had a day of fun and frolic, going to the zoo, playing ddr, competing in air hockey, and watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs, the 3d experience. Then we had a hippie food birthday dinner extravaganza with my family. Thank You God for amazing friends!!!!!
Much else has occurred, but perhaps this shall wait for another time. The internet is walking funny. (He, he, he, walking funny, oh typos, wherefore art though, although that wasn't really a typo- i meant to say that.) Okay, it's connected, let's post quickly.
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