Sometimes I hate who I've become. Well, not really, just a bit. Okay, sometimes a lot.
Because I have to care about things that really don't mean anything to me, and I hate that. The whole pretending thing, it irks me. I never wanted to be one of those people, even though I was constantly told that everyone in the world has to be one in order to succeed. I never wanted to accept it, but I find it's true. At least, for me.
I wanted more than what I have, and for much of my life I was told I couldn't have it. I convinced myself that it wasn't true, and in some ways it isn't (my husband is proof of that). But just today I looked around and I realized overall that it was true. And I asked myself, how did I get here? And I came over all sad.
Lord, what whinging! My blood sugar must be low. Whilst I hunt for a Tootsie Roll or something, here is some delightful irony for you...Michael Gorman’s last line in his [brief] inaugural address: My completed remarks will be on my blog in the morning. Child, please!
If you need clarification on this irony, please see my entry for February 25th.
Posted by kath at June 29, 2005 12:52 PM