okay, so for a while i have been thinking, and doing nothing. i make lists, i scribble things down on the calendar, and when it comes to doing i am out of time. i spend more time making lists that will get me organized [and magically happier] than i do cleaning up after my kids. i know, that is a long time.
so, as i was driving my kids today back and forth, forth and back, my finger kept going to this hair on my chin. it is driving me crazy. but, since i can not find the tweezers and i can't get mr. b to pluck it with his teeth, i just have to live with it. i have been playing with it for days.
what happens to us, when we are kids we know exactly what we want to do, who we want to be. we laugh and giggle at the prospects, happiness is all around us. then we grow up, can't figure out who we are, much less who we are going to be. i can't even find the tweezers. life.
i decided that i am having too hilarious of a time trying to figure all of this out. i crack myself up half of the day, when i am not crying, which is the other half. i am sure that i am not alone in my crazyness.
will someone please put me in time-out. and give me a pair of tweezers while i am there.
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?