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I've spent the past couple of hours reading, and just finished a book where the basic theme for one of the characters was 'life doesn't always turn out like you wanted.' It got me to thinking what I thought my life was going to be. I had two ideas. One was that I'd be dead by time I was 25. I had no idea how or why, just that I'd be dead. I was in third grade and firmly believed it back then. I have a fantasy of being on my death bead and everything. I've shared that little fantasy with two other people in my life (possibly three). The scary part? One of the people I told HAD THE SAME FANTASY. Freaky. Anyway. The other one was that I was going to marry wealthy, live in the big houses in the 'big city' near where I grew up (which is laughable now that I think about it considering the cithy had only 25,000 people at that time). I would have two kids before I was 30, because I didn't want to be an older parent. I'd be a lawyer (I'm good at arguing, but there is no way in hell I could be a lawyer). I'd also be thin and blonde and would learn to like jogging. I did not marry wealthy. We live in the Twin Cities area, which is far bigger than the 'big city' I'd thought I'd end up in. We live in a decent apartment, but one that is really grating on my nerves and I'd like to move, preferably to a house, but you take what you can get. We have no kids, and I'm pretty sure we won't be having one within the next year (my goodness, I'll be 30 next year). I am not a lawyer. I am not thin, nor blonde, and I hate jogging. I will never like jogging. Unless I get a breast reduction surgery, I will never even start jogging unless I'm being chased by a bear or a maniac with a knife. I had a point when I started writing this, but I've forgotten what it was. So now, instead of focusing on the gloomy sky, the puddles speckled with rain drops, and the shadows that have been in the living room all afternoon, I'm going to look at the buds on the trees, the so green it's almost glowing grass, and the fact that the bare trees are filling in and blocking the view of the ugly ass view out the kitchen window. There are a lot of things I'm thankful for (for one, my husband correcting my constant use of "there's" instead of "there are"). Even when my family gets me worked up into a tearful, tiny fist shaking rage. Even when I get myself worked up over the fact that R is in school and I'm not. I'm thankful for a lot. Post a comment in response: |
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