Sometimes I know I will regret what I write and so I write it and I don't post it. Today, I just don't care. I've been honorary today, real honorary. I don't want to be. I've tried not to be but it keeps coming out in me. I have good intentions of being nice to everyone and then I fail. I fail a lot in life but this is so frustrating.
Charity and her husband are in town right now. I am in no way jealous that Charity got married mostly because I would never ever marry him myself so it's not like there is one less man in the world for me but for some reason I am having a hard time being nice to them. First it aggravates me that that my mother treats them like royalty. I know I shouldn't care but this is my blog so I can write what I want. Like last night I said I was going to get a glass of milk (this occurs maybe twice a month, I drink very little milk and I don't eat cereal) and my mom said to me there isn't a lot of milk and I need it for tomorrow. I said Charity has been drinking a ton and she said to me, "Charity needs it". You know what, SO DO I!
I guess I'm just sad right now. And about that. Why can't I figure my life out! I tried googling "What should Sandra Eaton do with her life?" all it came up with was some weight loss ads and a few other less than noteworthy sights. Hahaha. I mean I think I have this semi figured out. And I'm even happy most of the time. I just get tired of having to hear about everyone being pregnant. I don't care if you are deathly sick all nine months if it doesn't kill ya, and chances are it won't, then I think it's a pretty good deal. You get to be a mother at the end. And about this, shouldn't there be some age requirement to motherhood or maybe some kind of pretest for this stuff.
On another note, tomorrow will be my last day in the branch. I have mixed feelings about this but I don't have time for it any more. I'm hoping to still hang out with a few people from the branch sometimes it just won't be every weekend.
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