After reading this, you may feel grateful that I don't often post about my real life...
Confession time, easier on LJ because it's not face-to-face:
I'm increasingly sick of working very hard only to constantly come to the realization that everyone else is prettier, smarter, more accomplished, less clumsy, and better-traveled. I often wish my parents hadn't felt the need to reproduce and burden me with life. They keep saying they're proud of me, but if they really knew what an awful person I can be, I have to wonder if they'd change their opinion.
It's freaking me out that my faith in God isn't enough these days.
ION, this was the conversation I had with a highway patrolman on Interstate 80 yesterday morning in Illinois:
HP: Where are you going that you think you need to drive so fast?
Me: Home.
HP: Home is in Wyoming?
Me: yes
HP: I see you have the Wyoming pride going [he said this due to me wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the state logo on it]. Why are you in Illinois?
Me: I was visiting my parents in Michigan.
HP: How long have you lived in Wyoming?
Me: four years
HP: So, what? You decided to break away from the parents and move far away?
Me: I needed a job.
HP: What do you do?
Me: I'm a teacher.
HP: What do you teach?
Me: High school language arts.
HP: Oh. Have you ever been arrested?
Me: no
HP: yeah, me either. Well, I guess I'll just give you a written warning. I wouldn't want you to be upset all the way back to Wyoming.
Me: that would be a bit of a bummer.
I never would have guessed that an HP's job could be so boring.....unless he just gets a kick out of stopping dumpy chicks in tie-dyed bandanas....
I'm increasingly sick of working very hard only to constantly come to the realization that everyone else is prettier, smarter, more accomplished, less clumsy, and better-traveled. I often wish my parents hadn't felt the need to reproduce and burden me with life. They keep saying they're proud of me, but if they really knew what an awful person I can be, I have to wonder if they'd change their opinion.
It's freaking me out that my faith in God isn't enough these days.
ION, this was the conversation I had with a highway patrolman on Interstate 80 yesterday morning in Illinois:
HP: Where are you going that you think you need to drive so fast?
Me: Home.
HP: Home is in Wyoming?
Me: yes
HP: I see you have the Wyoming pride going [he said this due to me wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the state logo on it]. Why are you in Illinois?
Me: I was visiting my parents in Michigan.
HP: How long have you lived in Wyoming?
Me: four years
HP: So, what? You decided to break away from the parents and move far away?
Me: I needed a job.
HP: What do you do?
Me: I'm a teacher.
HP: What do you teach?
Me: High school language arts.
HP: Oh. Have you ever been arrested?
Me: no
HP: yeah, me either. Well, I guess I'll just give you a written warning. I wouldn't want you to be upset all the way back to Wyoming.
Me: that would be a bit of a bummer.
I never would have guessed that an HP's job could be so boring.....unless he just gets a kick out of stopping dumpy chicks in tie-dyed bandanas....