Who Are You and What Have You Done With Me?
I took a good look at myself this morning for the first time in who-knows-how-long and saw a woman who couldn't possibly have been me.
She is the type who drives in the slow lane "just in case the crazies are out on the road". I AM the "crazies".
She knows the basic food groups and how much of each should be included in her regular diet. I eat pizza. And chocolate. And I drink soda like it's water ... though that is kind of funny to say because I NEVER drink water.
She remembers the hilarious things her kid said this morning at breakfast and smiles to herself. I haven't eaten breakfast in years and am struggling to remember exactly what happened last night after I left the bar.
When asked the question, "what do you do for fun?", I give a list 2 mouthfuls long while she struggles to name something she does only for herself and the enjoyment of doing it.
I have a great sex life with a couple regular, interchangeable guys whenever I want, just to keep things interesting. She sleeps with her husband. And when I say "sleeps", I mean she literally sleeps.
She's getting up for the day when I'm going to bed at the end of mine.
I wander around like I am lost. She is found.
I think I know what true love is. She has no doubt.
I sometimes envy her life. She sometimes envies mine.
I describe myself in adjectives. She describes herself in verbs.