At least I get to live it
The Gymgirl gave me an (unintentional) black eye the other day in my gym class.
Gymgirl: Do you need ice?
Me: God, yes.
In a nutshell, her foot went into my eye and nose. It was decidedly unpleasant.
Gym owner: You’re fine. You’re not even bleeding…wait, nevermind, you’re bleeding.
Me: Oh, good, that’s a relief.
I’m literally getting my ass kicked by all the women I know in life.
Which leads me to believe that Life itself is a woman because, I’m definitely getting my ass kicked by her.
The nurse that Alison liked the most during IVF called me the other day.
Nurse: It literally took me a week to get up the nerve to call you.
Me: I’m so glad you did. Alison adored you.
Her: (exhales) Thank you. I wasn’t sure how you’d be speaking to me.
Me: Yeah, I get it.
It was mostly admin stuff. But I was glad to hear her voice.
She left me a voicemail before but my voicemail transcribes messages to me so the last time I actually heard her voice, I was with Alison. And we were happy. Then everything went to shit.
Dunno why I always remind you of that. I should assume you know already.
Anywho, I often wonder if it’s fair to the Gymgirl that she’s with someone like me. I come with so much baggage.
Like my friend Somena once said, the key to a good relationship is to find someone whose baggage matches yours.
But I’m not sure I could bear knowing anyone with baggage that matches mine. And I’m grateful that the Gymgirl doesn’t have matching baggage. Suppose she is too.
Another group of friends were talking about television and movies the other day and I told them that I’m not sure I can handle anything beyond PG-13 these days.
Had to have a talk with another friend that didn’t understand why I was so upset by something he said. Casual things that people say mean different things to people like me.
Cause everything reminds me of something I don’t wanna be reminded of.
Wish everything were easier. But life itself isn’t easy so I’m SOL.
Then again, I get the chance to live it so I shouldn’t complain.
Me: Oh man, I missed you so much!
Son: I want a cookie.
Me: (nodding) You have your priorities.
Him: I missed you. I want a cookie.
Music: I’ll let you in on something big. I am not a white teeth teen
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