101 Ways in Which Today Has Sucked (ok, it's just 10, but doesn't it suck that it's not 101?)
1. I went to bed too late last night, and I couldn't get up this morning. It was very nearly impossible.
2. I burnt my heel on the iron this morning (don't ask) and have been limping around all day.
3. I forgot to pack my lunch today.
4. It's Monday.
5. Everyone here is grouchy, esp. my boss.
6. My place of employment is facing massive budget cutbacks. Massive.
7. My feet hurt.
8. I heated up a Weight Watcher's frozen dinner that a co-worker gave me for lunch, and it had somehow gotten NASTY. As in, rotted NASTY. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I thought it looked suspect. But being quite dumb, I took a bite of it. Oh. My. God. How foul.
9. I had to eat a bag of popcorn and a Hershey's bar for lunch. By the time I realized how nasty the dinner was, I didn't have time to go out for anything, and that was the only thing in the vending machine. Disgusting.
10. And it's September 11, and I feel horrible that in the five years since I woke up and found the world changed, I have remained pretty much a selfish, mean person who thinks more about her Weight Watchers dinners than about children whose parents lost their lives trying to save another. I keep hearing people say things about how 9/11 changed them, and I regret having that it didn't change me. I was a freshman in college the day that it happened, I was sitting in biological anthropology class, trying to look cool and be a star. And now, I am five years older, and I am sitting at work, still trying to look cool but with the cold realization that I will probably never be a star. It's sad. Perhaps it has made me more wary of airline security, more cautious of those around me. Or perhaps not. I don't know. I am still just a girl, a girl who doesn't understand half of what she should. A girl who will go home tonight and watch baseball and eat a salad and feel pretty secure in her overpriced house with her sad-eyed husband. Perhaps the world has changed, but I have not, and I feel so sad that I missed this boat. I want to feel something, I want to know what the world is made of now. But I don't, and it is sad. I think that that is the saddest thing about it all: that we are all stuck in this grand chaotic mess and whether we change or not depends not on that mess, but rather on our own icky, ill-conceived selves. Events do not change us, but rather, we change us, and it breaks my heart that I have not managed to change myself.
It also breaks my heart that I am a big rambling sap. Lord.
2. I burnt my heel on the iron this morning (don't ask) and have been limping around all day.
3. I forgot to pack my lunch today.
4. It's Monday.
5. Everyone here is grouchy, esp. my boss.
6. My place of employment is facing massive budget cutbacks. Massive.
7. My feet hurt.
8. I heated up a Weight Watcher's frozen dinner that a co-worker gave me for lunch, and it had somehow gotten NASTY. As in, rotted NASTY. I don't know how, I don't know why, but I thought it looked suspect. But being quite dumb, I took a bite of it. Oh. My. God. How foul.
9. I had to eat a bag of popcorn and a Hershey's bar for lunch. By the time I realized how nasty the dinner was, I didn't have time to go out for anything, and that was the only thing in the vending machine. Disgusting.
10. And it's September 11, and I feel horrible that in the five years since I woke up and found the world changed, I have remained pretty much a selfish, mean person who thinks more about her Weight Watchers dinners than about children whose parents lost their lives trying to save another. I keep hearing people say things about how 9/11 changed them, and I regret having that it didn't change me. I was a freshman in college the day that it happened, I was sitting in biological anthropology class, trying to look cool and be a star. And now, I am five years older, and I am sitting at work, still trying to look cool but with the cold realization that I will probably never be a star. It's sad. Perhaps it has made me more wary of airline security, more cautious of those around me. Or perhaps not. I don't know. I am still just a girl, a girl who doesn't understand half of what she should. A girl who will go home tonight and watch baseball and eat a salad and feel pretty secure in her overpriced house with her sad-eyed husband. Perhaps the world has changed, but I have not, and I feel so sad that I missed this boat. I want to feel something, I want to know what the world is made of now. But I don't, and it is sad. I think that that is the saddest thing about it all: that we are all stuck in this grand chaotic mess and whether we change or not depends not on that mess, but rather on our own icky, ill-conceived selves. Events do not change us, but rather, we change us, and it breaks my heart that I have not managed to change myself.
It also breaks my heart that I am a big rambling sap. Lord.
posted by Southern Belle at 7:24 PM
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