It feels like The Crazies aren't just something you can catch when you need an excuse or a break anymore. I feel like I have them ALL the time. I'm tired of being crazy. I'm tired of being depressed. I'm tired of trying to pretend like all the loonies around me are normal.
Too often I find myself thinking that comment from Indiana Jones - "Everybody's lost but me!"
I think most of the people around me that are constantly telling me to get my act together and accomplish something and be a good person and .... on and on and on .... they're the ones with the problem. What's wrong with trying to take a few minutes extra and enjoy life? Why can't I be happy even though I'm single?
I've got news for you! I have lots of friends with children and husbands. That didn't make them happier. It didn't make their lives easier. It sure didn't make them more beautiful and fun. What's wrong with taking care of my aging parents and making time to laugh every day. When did being happy become such a sin?!
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