Starting over... but not, at 57. I could see this at 75, but 57 is wrong. It's like starting over, but I've already done all the important shit... Get a degree: check Find my soul mate: check Marry my soulmate: check Buy a home: check Have beautiful children with soulmate: check Plan for retirement with soulmate: in progress Pay off mortgage: check Then... you died... Now, I have a house, two daughters, two dogs... and no you. What now?
Gotta love a Monday morning. It's raining - still. Facebook changed their interface - again. I spend too much time there anyway - fake lives, virtual friends. Many days, especially on Facebook, I feel Satan soaring into the lead. Call it Evil, if you don't buy into religion. By the way, you don't need to TELL me you don't believe in God and/or Satan. We're divided as a nation - Democrats versus Republicans, Pro-Choice versus Pro-Life, Believers versus Atheists, Race against Race, Nation against Nation, Man against Woman. Sometimes I think we're less civilized today, 2013, than ever before in history.
I usually only ever feel overwhelmed when I try to fit myself somewhere on the spectrum of "normal" human behavior. Growing up, being different was our "crime", our "fatal flaw" that we were to cover up from prying eyes at all costs. The ultimate reproof from mom was "What would people THINK?!?!?" and so ingrained is that ever important question that I'm sometimes a dysfunctional adult because of it. It's easy to SAY "f&%k it! I don't care what they think!... much more difficult to actually DO.
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