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2 de Agosto 2005
Good luck exploring the infinite abyss
A friend of mine was recently smacked in the butt by a bus driver on account of her questionable behavior and the way I am feeling right now, I can't let this one die.
I am coming to think that we are responsible for helping each other out.
Being married is supposed to give you another chance to get holy. Do we really know, instinctively, that love leads to commitment?
There are plenty of people out there who know me; People who will tell you how much I like beer and hate to nap alone. But what they might not tell you is that I am very stubborn and I have to watch my favorite movies on a rotating schedule just to stay cogent. Oh, and I never know how to end a phone call; I always count to three or else I don't say goodbye at all: I just clap the phone shut. Also, I have a pronounced uni brow but I pluck it so I don't scare my students' parents.
I have been to exactly one very catholic funeral. The Priest kept saying "blessedartthowwwah MUNnnnnnGwimmen." It was my husband's grandma Celia's body lying quietly behind him (she was taking some romance novels to wherever she was going-- they were there in the pink casket with her). I couldn't really cry. I had to be brave. It is a wife thing.
I nearly cried the other day when the hairspray I took from her bathroom clogged up.
I think I didn't talk to her enough before she died, which is wierd because I sure as hell can talk. But, by marriage, we were responsible for each other. Its this spiritual connection, see.
It isn't as if I was her bus driver, obligated to let her know if her bad personality took over.
You just have to know to whom you are connected and your obligations, that is all.
I'm telling you, try to figure out who you belong to. It is important.
"Don't tease me about my hobbies, I don't tease you about being an asshole."-Garden State
helpful | By crymytinyflood | 7:19 PM
