I don't know if it's because of the rain or the fact that it's Wednesday (or maybe a combination of the two), but I've suddenly found myself in a bit of a funk today. Could it be because:
*When I was walking down 3rd Avenue with my oft-teased "old lady cart" full of laundry, I proceeded to wipe out on my ass on a slick stairwell while trying to buy a newspaper at Oxford News? Yes, I busted my ass on the steps (Oxford News is that little bodega on the SW corner of 34th/3rd Avenue where you have to walk down a couple of steps to get to it). I don't know what hurt more- my ass or my pride.
*I keep frustrating myself by trying to stay P.C. whilst wishing everyone "Happy Holidays" as opposed to "Merry Christmas", as to not leave out my Jewish friends. WTF.
*By trying to stay on top of my to-do list, I end up forgetting to do things anyways.
*Wanting to be Switzerland (the neutral country), yet finding myself being pulled in all directions among friends. A thankless job.
*Simply dealing with the commercialization of the holidays. A depressing prospect in itself.
*With the holidays come the nagging, burning questions: "Are you going home for the holidays?" or "You know, you aren't getting any younger- when are you going to settle down?" or "Do you want socks or underwear for Christmas?" (I thought I outgrew that one years ago).
Or maybe it's just the "Hump Day" blues and I'm reading more into it than necessary. Who the heck knows? I just want the day to end already. Bring on Thursday!
NUFF SAID
1 comment:
What if I told you I'd findally have sex with you, would that help....a little?
S.
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