March 31, 1999: I came home from work to find my apartment burned down. (Insurance? What insurance?) Wore the same clothes for a few days, and couldn't get away from the smell of smoke. (Even though it probably only existed in my mind.) Learned that life wasn't about material possessions. (Though I did spend many, many hours cleaning and repairing my computer! Possessions are one thing, my computer is sacred!)
March 31, 2005: We decided to resign and move to Arizona, leaving behind stable (though monstrously aggravating) jobs, friends, friends who are family (not "like family", but family, dammit), and family. Learned that if I had kept on the way I was going, I was on the fast track to a heart attack/stroke/brain implosion/Advil OD. I was living for work, and so was Deb, and there was no end in sight. Or so we thought.
March 31, 2006: Wontar hides under the bed, unsure as to whether the life-changing cycle will stick to its six year pattern or not.
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For as long as I've known you (your entire life) I have never seen or heard about you making a bad choice! So get out from under the bed and go for a walk and enjoy it. I'm very envious of you, hope to join you at the end of my 6 year plan.
FUCK!!! SOrry for my language, but I feel so sorry for you and everything that has happened to you and that thus makes April a "tricky month". April has always totally sucked for me as well (back in 1995: the Oklahoma City bombing happened...I was right there in the downtown area for it...and my then-fiancee nearly died 2 weeks later. Last year, my best friend ever killed himself in April).
Just know that others understand and wish you well. :-)
ariK
ariK - Your April is much, much worse than mine. Thanks, though, and you've got my well-wishes right back at ya!
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