Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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I have an interview tomorrow. It's for a clerk position, but I'm still excited. I really want to get out of the job I'm at now. I'm also frustrated with my life and with men and with law and with everything going on in it right now. Is it any coincidence the lotto numbers that just came up were "5150"? The code section for an involuntary psychiatric hold? Is it a bigger coincidence that I happened to see those numbers as they ran across the news screen just now? And I'm frustrated with some of the people in my life who I thought would be more understanding right now than they're being. Or maybe "understanding" isn't the right word. Maybe I don't know what is? Maybe I just need a few good nights worth of sleep in a row and some more perspective. Maybe I need to figure out why these f-ing ants keep coming in my bedroom after seemingly nothing other than to walk around and piss me off. I mean, at least I would get it if they were going after my cats' food or water, or even my hair care products. But they just seem to walk around on clean laundry and across my bed and through my closet. I feel like I'm drowning and like I'm not even being tossed a life preserver by those I've tossed several to before. They're just telling me to go ahead and sink. I really do feel like I'm drowning. I don't know if it's water or quicksand, but I think my head's about to go under and I wonder if anyone would notice.
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Yes, we'd notice.
And if I was talking to you in person I'd give you a long sarcastic smart-ass list of reasons why we'd notice, and then I'd tell that we still love you despite all that.
So, you see, you really do have friends who care. And a large part of that caring comes from the fact that we all use each other as flotation devices from time to time and if you disappear beneath the surface we'll have less of a chance to survive when it's our turn to feel like we're going under.
So get busy flapping those arms and kicking those feet. As my granddaughter says, "use your scoops and kicks".
This too shall pass. In the future, people will wonder how you got to be so wise at such a young age when you render this advice, coupled with your own personal experience, to them when they're going through tough times.
Then you can render the most sage piece of advice ever uttered, "Life's a bitch, then you die."
Welcome, you are.
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