Didnt I say I always get my way?
Dont you just love those times when everything that you thought was falling down, falls instead into place? For me, I thought I was losing my best friend, my truck, the trust of my mother, my job, my goals, my hope.... But now I just realize that it's been planned and forseen the whole time. I had to fight with my best friend so I'd realize who she suddenly is... and my truck, my mother, and my job are all in the same cart. My goals are still intact, even tho I thought I left them a while back. Goals aren't what everyone always thinks they are. Its not all about getting into a good college or getting enough money to put pipes on your baby (Jim Croe, The Mauvais Man WOOT!) My hope... isn't hope anymore. It's Faith. And faith is some good stuff. In philosophy, we learned that to make the leap of faith, you must experience existential anguish, which is more or less, the pit of despair, and having nothing but to gain from a leap. And even though i didn't recently go through that, remembering when I did helped smack me back into reality. And reality is nice. Not always gentle, but nice all the same.
So reality made me feel really dumb. I gotta think about peoples emotional status before I go running my mouth, saying things that can cause them to think more than is humanly necessary. It doesnt always help to hear a good friend talk about how amazing your best friend is, no matter how much you love either of them. Obviously, your good friend is super-insensitive and needs to go crawl in a hole. No in an a-hole, but nevertheless, in a hole. In hole-in-one kind of hole. And your good friend sucks at golf, by the way.
speaking of golf, someone told me today that I looked like the kind of woman who sits at the country club and sips a martini while her husband and her friends husbands play golf. (and then, i'm thinking, Ill jump in my pickup truck, throw the kids in the back and peal out of the parking lot and leave his rich behind there!who needs golf when you have a martini?)