Jammie told me she met a friend who gave concrete proof that my ex, a very big shit stirrer with a very big nose (in other people’s business) was, if not cheating, definitely lying to me.
It was years ago but I am vindicated and totally justified in my loathing for him.
Funny how life turns out.
Some time back I read an article off Super Kawaii Mama’s blog written by a woman who thought that Disney princesses were inappropriate role models because there is no such thing in the real world as “happily ever after”.
And I was outraged because I thought what was the problem with little girls being optimistic and believing in happily ever after? Doesn’t that just give them something good to look forward to in their futures? I believe in happily ever afters and I turned out perfectly okay (open to interpretation wtf)
But how can we say there are happy endings when there are divorces and deaths galore wtf. Men cheat on their partners all the time, and apparently so do women. Or you grow old and your husband dies and your kids put you in a nursing home. Is that your happy ending?
How do you know where you need to go to make sure you get your happy ending? Who should I marry? Are we going to stay married? (hopefully) Am I going to be able to have kids? (hopefully, and maintain a well-shaped vagina) Am I going to die before them? (yes please)
And not just that, how do you know you’re on the job that’s right for you? That’s been bugging me for two days now wtf. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job (to whoever who asks, I will tell you that it is true, I am an international spy with the CIA) but how do I know if I’m MEANT to be in this career?
Some people have a calling or a vocation and they know right away when they grow up what they’re going to be and go away and be a great success. It’s easier if you have a specific talent.
Like, if I had perfect pitch and big lungs, I’d audition for Broadway. Or Glee! Or if I were taller I could be a model WTF.
(but I could never give up my night vision that comes with being a midget)*
The problem with life is, you can say it’s like a box of chocolates yadda yadda but the fact of the matter is you never know what’s coming next. Or if you made the right decision. So wouldn’t it be great if we all had a roadmap to our lives?
Like turn right and you’ll meet the guy whom you’ll fall head over heels for but who will eventually turn abusive. Continue along this road and embark on your award winning career as an author but never get married. Or go downhill and overdose on pills.
Some tech dependent people will probably ask for a GPS instead but I don’t think that would work as well. A GPS doesn’t get it right all the time — it will tell you you’re on the wrong road but by looking at the GPS at a junction, you wouldn’t be able to tell where each road would lead you to.
It should be clear by now that I don’t like surprises (unless they come in a shopping bag!) if only everyone was born with like a life roadmap tattooed to their ass wtf.
I was looking at the section of the latest Mount Holyoke Alumnae Quarterly where they publish updates of what MHC alums are doing, all the way back to class of 1930 and I thought I wish I could read what it says about me when I’m dead WTF before realizing how macabre a thought it was.
So hello to my
26th 25th 26th year (what year is it for you when you turn 25!?). I’ll still be praying for a roadmap (fruitlessly)
(done by the very amazing Miao of Akiraceo.com)