The Gators may have lost on Saturday (sigh, and I talked a lot of smack before halftime, which all came back full force by the end of the evening) but I had a great heart-to-heart with one my dear friends here and it really made my weekend. And really, my week.
I've been thinking (probably too much)about the direction of life again and had it not been for GC last Friday night being his usual, rational, calming self, I would have probably come home, drank a bottle of wine on an empty stomach and sulked around the apartment, crying, or worse, wanting to cry but feeling bad that I wanted to.
But then Adrienne and I talked, and I realized, once again, that I'm not alone. That just become some people feel comfortable with this or that aspect of their life, that no one really feels totally complete. Not quite yet. And maybe, for most people, not quite ever - and that is more normal than people who do seem to have it all figured out. I finally realized - people who have it all figured out are the wierdos. And those weirdos...are probably lying anyways.
So with that my mind, and dove headfirst into this crazy week, confident that whatever is going to happen, will..and that I will just roll with the punches (yes, once again I had to remind myself to do this) and deal with it. Because I'm hardly alone.
oh yeahh...f* you wierdos! stop ruining it for the rest of us!
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