Summer's here and I'm doing everything I said I'd be doing except learning how to dance and drive. Oddly enough, I am not satisfied in the tiniest bit.
I think it's worse cause someone sent me a message asking me what I was up to on a Sunday night. I would get it if today was Friday or Saturday or any other day but can't a girl get some rest or something. Be working my social life like a slave.
Just kidding.
Because as we know, I have no social life.
But I am oddly coming to terms with it. I might not have the all so exclusive, elusive, glamorous social life I had dreamed of but there are moments when I am content.
For instance, I was at the post office. Just came out, about to head downtown for no reason what so ever. And this guy calls me over to his car and asks me to help him get his mail cause he couldn't get into his walker. He had a wheelchair in the back. Now, of course, my paranoia from Fringe almost took over me but I did it just for the heck of it, all the while hoping there wasn't a bomb in his deposit box. A man has never been more thankful than that old man right there.
When events like that occur, I rethink my life and feel content.
All I know is, I gotta get to that gym tomorrow and then hit the grocery store.
Funny how I started out unsatisfied. And now, I feel at peace.
Can't wait to start work.
Clueless.
[PS. Signing up for belly dancing classes. Won't this be funny?]
