Jul 10, 2005 10:37
It is so easy to take things for granted. To see life's situations as negative rather than positive.
I lived in one house for the first eighteen years of my life. I lived in one house for the first seventeen
years of my childrens lives. The security of having a home to call my own was always so "matter of fact".
I took it for granted.
My parents knew how important it was. They provided for my security for forty six out of forty seven of the years I've been
alive. How truly disconcerting it is to be so lost. With no place to call my own. No place to fit in.
I want to fit in. Sort of just blend. Disappear perhaps. I'm trying to be positive and not negative but it doesn't seem
to matter either way. I don't really effect anyone else anyway. Not really. I think I'm having a pity party.
Oh my God, I am having a pity party. I think I just invited everyone who reads this to join in.
That isn't exactly what I had in mind when I started writing.
This Live Journal stuff is still really strange to me but if I don't participate in something strange once
in a while how will I know what's cool and what's not. Right?