learning
quoting Greek Tragedy,
I have a hood on. There’s no Eminem song in the background; it’s just me and the Lineman. I’ve realized there’s a reality to my life that no one really sees. It’s the me that leaves the date and goes home alone in her own head to her own dog and her own comforts. I have a smell, and gestures, and one eye closes more than the other when I really like something. And, there are certain quirky comforts that I take a shying to. Mine include, beyond the aforementioned “notorious d.o.g.,” the sweats with the stars on the ass and the hoody sweatshirt that claims “phys ed.” Too many people make assumptions. My life is very lonesome, in it’s own way, and I suppose it will be until I’ve a husband and child. Now, granted, I can say that now, but I’ve no idea if that’s some truth. Bottom line, we all think something will “happen” which will be some catalyst for an earth-shattering change. We all think it. It’s what we’re raised to think. We’re fed a diet of “before” and “after” moments. Our parents spoon us “before I met your mother, I didn’t really know love or selflessness.” And we eat it and ask for seconds as if we're dealing with mashed potatoes. Please, sir. Bottom line, I have so many silent moments in my life, that I worry I’m feeling on my own. Some bit of me knows someone else must be feeling them too. I think I’ll always have those moments.
I have a hood on. There’s no Eminem song in the background; it’s just me and the Lineman. I’ve realized there’s a reality to my life that no one really sees. It’s the me that leaves the date and goes home alone in her own head to her own dog and her own comforts. I have a smell, and gestures, and one eye closes more than the other when I really like something. And, there are certain quirky comforts that I take a shying to. Mine include, beyond the aforementioned “notorious d.o.g.,” the sweats with the stars on the ass and the hoody sweatshirt that claims “phys ed.” Too many people make assumptions. My life is very lonesome, in it’s own way, and I suppose it will be until I’ve a husband and child. Now, granted, I can say that now, but I’ve no idea if that’s some truth. Bottom line, we all think something will “happen” which will be some catalyst for an earth-shattering change. We all think it. It’s what we’re raised to think. We’re fed a diet of “before” and “after” moments. Our parents spoon us “before I met your mother, I didn’t really know love or selflessness.” And we eat it and ask for seconds as if we're dealing with mashed potatoes. Please, sir. Bottom line, I have so many silent moments in my life, that I worry I’m feeling on my own. Some bit of me knows someone else must be feeling them too. I think I’ll always have those moments.