I sit here - refresh , refresh
hitting the button - refresh, refresh
I can't help it - refresh, refresh
waiting for the inbox to say (1)
all I want is to hear from you
refresh, refresh -
waiting to see if you are online - refresh, refresh
desperate for one word - literally - one word
hi, hello - anything - refresh, refresh
anything will do. are you thinking of me?
refresh, refresh
silly girl.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Jekyll-Hyde Syndrome
I fear good doctor, that I have come down with Jekyll-Hyde syndrome. You see. I live my life as one, but can not help the overwhelming feelings and desires to be another. It is not that I am unhappy in my life, nor that I have endured some kind of tramatic experience. It's just that I tend to drift off and think about what life could have been? Or what it could be like? Kind of like daydreaming, I guess.
"Please explain more", said the good Doctor.
Well, you see, I married quite young - and truth be told, we were with child before we were married. Not that - that was the reason for our marriage. I do love my husband so - and he is a good man - he is quite a good man! He provides for me and for the children, and he cares for us and is never ill with words or actions. He has never raised a hand to me, nor the children. He is a good man. Never drunk with wine, nor critical - and he doesn't ask for much. He is quite a good man.
"So what is the problem?" said the good Doctor.
It's hard to explain. Not that there is a problem, not that I can think. "Bordom", good Doctor. No. That's not it. I just can't seem to help myself. My thoughts tend to drift. I can't stop myself from thinking, thinking, and thinking. Wondering what it would have been like if I would have choosen a different path. Not that I would change a thing now. I am quite happy with my life. I am quite a lucky girl, you know. I know that!
And though I may have impure thoughts, I do try to resist them the best that I can.And I would never act upon them. I know it's not right. And frankly, I have no reason to think this way - and well, I am quite ashamed. Heaven forbid that this conversation should ever leave this room! Thank goodness for doctor-patient confidentiality! So, good doctor, what do you make of this? What is your evaluation. Have I gone mad?
Good doctor takes off his glasses and puts his pen down. "My dear", he begins. "Do you know what is wrong with you?".
"Absolutely nothing".
“I have someone else that takes over when it’s time for me to work and when I’m on stage, this alter ego that I’ve created that kind of protects me and who I really am”.
-Beyonce
"What's an alter ego?" asked Gerard.
"It's a superhero's true but secret identity," said Chip. "You know, the way that Superman is really Clark Kent." "Superman is really Clark Kent?"
"It's pretty obvious," said Penny. "To everyone but you and Lois Lane."
― Cuthbert Soup, Another Whole Nother Story
"Please explain more", said the good Doctor.
Well, you see, I married quite young - and truth be told, we were with child before we were married. Not that - that was the reason for our marriage. I do love my husband so - and he is a good man - he is quite a good man! He provides for me and for the children, and he cares for us and is never ill with words or actions. He has never raised a hand to me, nor the children. He is a good man. Never drunk with wine, nor critical - and he doesn't ask for much. He is quite a good man.
"So what is the problem?" said the good Doctor.
It's hard to explain. Not that there is a problem, not that I can think. "Bordom", good Doctor. No. That's not it. I just can't seem to help myself. My thoughts tend to drift. I can't stop myself from thinking, thinking, and thinking. Wondering what it would have been like if I would have choosen a different path. Not that I would change a thing now. I am quite happy with my life. I am quite a lucky girl, you know. I know that!
And though I may have impure thoughts, I do try to resist them the best that I can.And I would never act upon them. I know it's not right. And frankly, I have no reason to think this way - and well, I am quite ashamed. Heaven forbid that this conversation should ever leave this room! Thank goodness for doctor-patient confidentiality! So, good doctor, what do you make of this? What is your evaluation. Have I gone mad?
Good doctor takes off his glasses and puts his pen down. "My dear", he begins. "Do you know what is wrong with you?".
"Absolutely nothing".
“I have someone else that takes over when it’s time for me to work and when I’m on stage, this alter ego that I’ve created that kind of protects me and who I really am”.
-Beyonce
"What's an alter ego?" asked Gerard.
"It's a superhero's true but secret identity," said Chip. "You know, the way that Superman is really Clark Kent." "Superman is really Clark Kent?"
"It's pretty obvious," said Penny. "To everyone but you and Lois Lane."
― Cuthbert Soup, Another Whole Nother Story
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
We meet again. . .
Well it has been quite a while since my last post. A lot has changed. My family and I have relocated from Colorado to Texas. Yes, Texas. The state that swears it should be it's own country - and perhaps it very well could be. Texas, the place where almost everyone wears cowboy boots and says "y'all". Well, it would not have been my top pick - but since all my family (mom, dad, and siblings) decide to do it, we jumped on board. I must say that I am fond of the sweet tea that is carried almost everywhere. Oh sweet tea how I love you!
Well, it certainly has been an adventure- we are now living with my dad, my youngest sister who has a two year old, and of course my husband and our two boys. Whew! Needless to say, it is a busy household - full or adventure, always noisy, the occasional quarrel, and never a dull moment. So, stay tuned. . . .
Well, it certainly has been an adventure- we are now living with my dad, my youngest sister who has a two year old, and of course my husband and our two boys. Whew! Needless to say, it is a busy household - full or adventure, always noisy, the occasional quarrel, and never a dull moment. So, stay tuned. . . .
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