Thursday, November 8, 2012

I don't have a choice.

House marathon ALL DAY!  I don't have a choice but to watch it.    But I have a dilemma.  I need to go get more cigs.  That means I have to go out.  That means I have to shower.  Well.....I should shower.  If I use that dry "shampoo" and lots of expensive perfume....I could get in and out of the gas station without causing anyone to pass out.  In fact I could kill two birds with one stone -yeah,
cheesy, I know.- but I also will need gas for Saturday when I take my daughter and grand daughter to a music thing.  Grand daughter plays french horn and has auditioned for a couple things.  So YAY.  Will be fun ..... or not.  It is ofter awkward because.......well, more like strained.  They don't communicate nor are they demonstrative like I am.  Believe it or not.....I find great joy in the tiniest things.  They do not.  I s'pose I need to learn how to enjoy my joy regardless of other's lack of ability to see/feel.  I have this "thing" about wanting to help others be happy.  I don't feel as though I am trying to fix them but perhaps I am the last person who should be judging me in that manner.  I am saying that my thinking may be biased.  I'm sorry but House is waiting for me.  Gotta go!

4 comments:

Furry Bottoms said...

I don't think its about you wanting to help others be happy. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that you are not happy, but you want others to be? Sometimes people resent that. Just a thought. I can see you're really trying here. I love House!!

YeamieWaffles said...

I really hope that you're enjoying your House marathon Middle Child and that your trip to the gas station for cigarettes goes well, I know how annoying it is to have to go out for essentials when you really don't feel like it. Best of luck to your granddaughter in her auditions too, I bet she rocks!

lotta joy said...

Keep your jammies on. Leave your hair greasy. It's a run for cigarettes, not champagne!!

Suddenly, about two weeks ago, I had no more urges to blend in, make people happy, or pretend I'm normal.

Don't know why, but I'm not giving this new "me" up for anything.

I hope you don't have to wait til you're in your 60's to find it too.

Kristy said...

Throw on a hat! Enjoy House.