March on soldier girl, can’t you hear the tune?
Monday, October 26, 2009
You don’t listen. It’s true. We all know it. You just do, and it’s always easier to shrug and apologize for past sins that to not do what you want. So you don’t listen.
You’re not the only one. We all do it. The best of us can only admit to a minor awareness of how selfish everyone is. And really, there’s nothing wrong with being selfish. If we weren’t selfish people would never plunk out a mini-me, plan on pre-school while the mini-me is still in utero, intend on our little genus going to med school, and create a geriatrician who will take care of me in my old age. Something that will probably come true as I hurtle through this last decade of childbearing time with no real intention of having a mini-me of my own.
So we don’t listen, not to logic and sense, not to the requests of others, not to our inner intuition. No, we don’t listen.
But we should. We should all really just pay attention.
Drip
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Last night I was on the couch, in exile from Bruce’s snoring, shivering. And sad. Shivering because when Bruce turned on the heat, he failed to turn off the AC. The heat triggered the AC, the AC triggered the heat. My body was sweating and my arm was frozen. And all I could think about was my grams in the ICU. It’s one of those things you just don’t put out of your mind and go to sleep when you’re in the dark, both too hot and too cold. As the distance between then and today, I spend more time thinking about then.
Irony is
Monday, October 12, 2009
watching DJ AM talk about getting some girl named Amy clean from heroin and talking about how he’s going to get her off the dime bag.
Yeah, she totally needs to be on a different path. Yup, she needs help. Uh huh.